Back to What I Am · 英文版 V1

Verse 1

The wind moves softly through the open land,
Petals fall like whispers from the sky.
I chased the light with both my hands,
Forgot to stop and hear my heart reply.

The world was never mine to rearrange,
Every living thing knows when to turn.
I asked the road where I should go,
But some directions are not meant to be learned.

Chorus

Flowers know when to open,
Birds know when to fly.
You don't have to become somebody
To be enough tonight.

Follow the river to the ocean,
Lay your tired heart down free.
I walked so far to finally know:
The self I was searching for
Was always here with me.

Verse 2

I crossed through mornings I had never seen,
Carried the silence of a distant place.
Even the brightest city lights
Could never warm the empty space.

So I came back to this quiet corner,
Where the sky is wide and the air is clear.
The earth does not demand an answer;
It simply holds me when I am here.

Chorus

Flowers know when to open,
Birds know when to fly.
You don't have to become somebody
To be enough tonight.

Follow the river to the ocean,
Lay your tired heart down free.
I walked so far to finally know:
The self I was searching for
Was always here with me.

Bridge

I gave my life to perfect answers,
Planned every step and feared the unknown.
Afraid that if I moved too slowly,
The spring would leave before I'd grown.

Then I looked up into the blue:
A bird was rising through the air.
The world was blooming without asking—
It never left me anywhere.

Final Chorus

Flowers know when to open,
Birds know when to fly.
You don't have to become somebody;
You can rest beneath the sky.

Follow the river to the ocean,
Lay your tired heart down free.
I walked so far to finally know:
Coming home is not the past—
It's where my heart can be.

Flowers know when to open,
Birds know when to fly.
You don't have to become somebody;
You were never left behind.

Follow the river to the ocean,
Let the dust fall from your feet.
I walked so far to finally know:
The place I was looking for
Was always underneath.

Outro

Flowers are opening,
Birds are moving on.
The wind comes softly down the road,
And carries me along.

I don't need to ask tomorrow
Where it wants me to be.
I am here now—
I have always been here.