摩卡貓的流浪日記

Open the treasure box of memory
    and let it falls like pearls

All the unspoken words fly into the air
    drifting...............drifting........

Try to grab and put them down into sentences, yet I find

I can merely putting the words together
    to make them look like they are saying something
    to make them sound like they have a meaning

Flourish, euphuistic,

May I be talented, they say;
    yet, I know nothing
    nothing at all

That's the only meaning behind the words,
    nothing