2011-02-15 02:13:09
The gaunt freedom in the mirror
Empty empty shell only.
The eyes of inanimate domination.
Extinguishing the beauty of spring
I want to shout, shout, wake up from the Millennium dream.
The creation of life also cares about feelings.
A voice wants to come from far away.
Tell the lovely and future expectations of life.
Through the dim corridor
Self confusing, no one feels the world of people.
Far away, leaving only endless envied and longing.
Love. Is it always there?
Where
I asked the cold rain in the lonely night.
In the rain, I want to return to the homeless family.
I said I never wanted to sleep alone under the eaves.
But my hands and feet are cold. I can’t give them warmth.
I wanted to get rid of cicada shells and die.
But the roots want me to stay.
I wanted to protect the growth of trees.
But he made a dryness that sucked the juice and dryness.
When can we whistle to the sky? Let the streamer shine every inch of our heart.
How can you sleep long enough to let the water wash every minute of your body?
I hope the moonlight will shine on my stone bridge every year.
I want every soul waiting for me to return with a smile of peace and satisfaction.
I hope the thunder of endless love will light up my weak steps.
Let me know that there is a space between being and without.
There is a real person.
Flying over a dark cliff, you can spread your wings and fly lightly.