my confession

the sky is too dark, without any passion of light
like no life, no other warmith for earth, for the living
i am standing tough here, wihout anything left, wihout anything to hold

i see the rain

with its sadness feeling

i am standing tall, try to be...

but, at the end, it is hard to believe, that i can't stand tall like i used to
the rain is laughing at me, the moon is smiling at me, so does the sky
but,
nothing can understand
no one can do

now, all i hear is just rain drops
without any other thing can be heard
anything can be known

i am just a dust... in a crowd
i am just a spot... in a big white paper
and i will gone,
by other time in minutes

by other way in second...