In the corner of a notebook page, I kept my little song tucked away. I knew it didn’t have to be perfect yet, but in my heart, I was scared. Even if I make mistakes, even if they laugh at me, still, this is my own color. Hello, this is my song, I open the door and I step outside. If it reaches just one heart, then I know I’ll be alright. Hello, this is my dream, it may be small, but it’s still real. I don’t need to get it right, I just want to say, I’m here. I’m not trying to be somebody else, not a face you see on a screen. These are my words, this is my way, a little lost, a little free. I don’t need to move too fast, this kind of rhythm feels right to me. Hello, this is my song, it rides the wind and it floats away. It’s okay if some don’t like me, as long as there’s someone who stays. Hello, this is my dream, I won’t compare it to anyone. Even if I can’t do it so well, just putting it out is brave enough. Rather than fading out without a trace, I want to feel my heart awake. Hello, this is my song, today’s the beginning, and that is enough. Even this small voice became its own world. Hello, I am here.
