Lost and Can't Be Found

I will walk in the hundred of miles with Just a guitar in my hands. What to say? I'm okay. On streets of Tokyo, I'm eighteen. I lost my girl trying to find a dream. Different day, But I'm okay. Can't find a place that can be called a Home. In the middle of nowhere, I'm alone. I always play. I feel okay. I take my headphones and go out. I think I'm lost. I can't be found. Every day, a different place. I did not recognize my face. I found myself in the light of white. I was in bliss until I died. Call me a stranger, you'll be amazed. I walk on back to the people's street. I take my guitar and go away. I think that life can't be Found.