So many friends in my heart,
I feel the beat.
It’s not that I’m high,
It is real.
Some I never met,
Some I may forget.
They’re all a piece of my soul.
Some I left yesterday,
Some I’ll meet tomorrow.
They’re all shining mirrors.
So many friends on my way,
I will keep running.
It’s not that I escape,
It’s that I’m alive
And share the source of experience
With all my brothers and sisters.

ML (2017)