Adventure and destiny are one,
Circling together with some time.
Although his tenth life is almost done,
Saying he did not live would be a crime.
Adventure can be found within a box,
If only shared with the ghost of a friend.
With the love from himself his home he locks,
And sets out for adventure again.
Soon his lonely love will lose its power,
It is held up by a river and song.
In his past he depended on a flower,
She told him he wont be alone for long.
His suffering along with time will flow,
It ended with a sob, "I don't want to go."
