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.