This may be the only chance I have,
To find myself in the midst of pursuing my dreams.
And I'll never find out until I try.
Worst comes to worst,
Everything I've worked for will be in where nothing gathers.
And no one can take the art in self expression away from me,
The decision has been made clear from the start.
And I have no intention to stop to live in comfort,
Or for social status.
Within each and every person,
There's a starving artist who refuses to eat (who refuses to sleep)
I regret absolutely nothing,
and I hope I never will.
Because if I die knowing that I didn't live the way I wanted to,
I would never be able to rest.