Текст песни
What is art, after all?
Does it hold any value
Without the judgment of others?
It seems that without recognition,
Everything feels meaningless.
We strive for “success,” “awards,” “influence.”
Yet, upon reaching one peak,
We see countless others,
And life becomes an endless climb.
In the end, the same fate awaits us all.
So, what is the true worth of it?
