I
Always
talks about
– Dreams,
that I truly believe
Possible
Friends
Always
say
Impossible
Yet
no one knows
I
Always
talks about
– Dreams,
that I truly believe
Possible
Friends
Always
say
Impossible
Yet
no one knows
Oh, my Lord
I feel like –
like I will die soon
totally exhausted
I –
I need some,
something new
fresh, that
refresh my
– tiresome
sitting
on my hair
melt me,
melancholy
young, bitter
old, numb
bitter, get used to
drink daily
stay awake
from exhaustion
Good – keep
pushing
Bad – only
once as
always
I see splendid
end, not
the Struggling
moment, exerting
all endeavors
in powers
during the
rush hour
riding the subway –
line number nine –
home
makes me more
tired
cause concentration
If keep small
lose big
sometimes,
need to give up
for the new
blossom
I forgot
with all
business
– however,
He remembers
my silent prayer,
the dream,
reminds me of
the dream
I lost everything,
– just I
felt despair – without
money
career of my own –
mine
no more
hope,
Actually still have all
not belong to me,
the moment of my
life, just
confuse
do I really
is it really
no.