Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In Singapore town, where I laid my head,
Teochew dialect whispered, words unsaid.
East and West, they tugged at my soul,
In a tapestry woven, my story unfolds.
(Chorus)
East meets West in the art I create,
A fusion of cultures, a soulful debate.
From calligraphy strokes to the colors so bold,
My journey's a story that's often retold.
(Verse 2)
Left the corporate grind, pursuit of my dream,
Through the brush strokes, I let my heart scream.
Confucian whispers and Western flair,
In each stroke of my brush, I laid my soul bare.
(Chorus)
East meets West in the art I create,
A fusion of cultures, a soulful debate.
From calligraphy strokes to the colors so bold,
My journey's a story that's often retold.
(Bridge)
Ink and paint, they dance on the page,
Digital dreams, in this modern age.
Bridging divides with each stroke of my pen,
In galleries worldwide, my story's penned.
(Verse 3)
Through art I explore, emotions run deep,
In the silence of canvas, my secrets I keep.
With each stroke and each line, I find my own voice,
A symphony of cultures, a reason to rejoice.
(Chorus)
East meets West in the art I create,
A fusion of cultures, a soulful debate.
From calligraphy strokes to the colors so bold,
My journey's a story that's
My journey's a story that's often retold.
(Bridge)
Ink and paint, they dance on the page,
Digital dreams, in this modern age.
Bridging divides with each stroke of my pen,
In galleries worldwide, my story's penned.
(Verse 3)
Through art I explore, emotions run deep,
In the silence of canvas, my secrets I keep.
With each stroke and each line, I find my own voice,
A symphony of cultures, a reason to rejoice.
(Chorus)
East meets West in the art I create,
A fusion of cultures, a soulful debate.
From calligraphy strokes to the colors so bold,
My journey's a story that's often retold.
(Outro)
So as I lay down my brush, and bid you goodnight,
Remember this tale, in the pale moonlight.
For in every creation, a piece of my soul,
In the tapestry of life, I've found my role.
My journey's a story that's often retold.
(Bridge)
Ink and paint, they dance on the page,
Digital dreams, in this modern age.
Bridging divides with each stroke of my pen,
In galleries worldwide, my story's penned.
(Verse 3)
Through art I explore, emotions run deep,
In the silence of canvas, my secrets I keep.
With each stroke and each line, I find my own voice,
A symphony of cultures, a reason to rejoice.
(Chorus)
East meets West in the art I create,
A fusion of cultures, a soulful debate.
From calligraphy strokes to the colors so bold,
My journey's a story that's often retold.
(Outro)
So as I lay down my brush, and bid you goodnight,
Remember this tale, in the pale moonlight.
For in every creation, a piece of my soul,
In the tapestry of life, I've found my role.
From calligraphy strokes to the colors so bold,
My journey's a story that's often retold.
(Outro)
So as I lay down my brush, and bid you goodnight,
Remember this tale, in the pale moonlight.
For in every creation, a piece of my soul,
In the tapestry of life, I've found my role.
