Within a stroll my soul didst take;
Upon a bridge so cold, of steel
Where all that lay before my sight
Was 10,000 black umbrellas

A facade so hidden; in all their minds;
Alluded under knowledge once knew
Passed by one; through histories truth
No different from their teachings, I learned

This is where I will always belong
So high with my soul; excluded and free
I understand; so deeply I say
As long as I’m so different too

They all see me; strong and outcast
They shout to me “I’m beyond my reasons”
But you cannot fight that perfected contrast
Flowing from two white umbrellas