So I heard Some people believe magic is fake Here I am, so then how could it be? Don't you know That magic can be something you make? Or I think, but that's just my philosophy I looked up In the dark And the answer hit me like a spark What I say, you may just think is sentimental fluff I can try to straighten up, but will it ever be enough? Who am I? I'm a Tabula Rasa So long as I'm working hard, my life goes on With a light head, flying out and forward I'll be working hard, however long No matter how long Once more, the Tabula Rasa Maybe could leave something here before we part All I have left is my fuzzy memory Wiping clean the tablet of my heart Each day, the Tabula Rasa's way Makes me feel like I'm forgetting something still So I see "me" in a mirror and say: What of me has changed, and what else will? I wonder what else will White clouds passing through the black sky Try to name a shape, but it is far too late I'll forget "now" and embrace tomorrow My heart as an ever-empty slate God, please let me love and be loved Even such a fleeting heart can make this prayer It's a magic I can only dream of Someday dreaming might just be enough To take me somewhere... Love, dream, and Tabula Rasa Only such a fleeting heart could see its way If I love you, won't you write it on me? Writing a new story every day...