There's no time!
Not enough for my poem.
Not enough to make anything rhymes.
Not enough for my requiem.

There's no time.
The birds hurriedly fly home.
The sky darkens it's chime.
Humans go back home in the norm.

There's never enough time
To do anything.
To even write a poem.
Or to meet you, out of everything.

Notes and Tones.
Sitting on my throne.
Playing instruments.
With a weird enjoyment.

Musics are like toys
For bigger girls and boys.
Just arrange the sounds
And bring the melody to the cloud.

Notes and Tones.
My own music zone.
For my own taste and youth.
For my daily reminder of you.

I have no idea why.
But I make poems out of everything.
You just don't have to be shy.
And you can write about anything.

Just add a little spice
And put in some effort
Make it a little nice
You can always afford.

Now you need a pen.
To describe your words.
And show all your friends
How your poem works!

Guitar.
Organya.
I can already sense
Compliments and complains.

A new instrument.
For a new excitement.
One thing you never tried before
Suddenly is the thing you adore.

I'm getting a new instrument.
To bring music to my enjoyment.
To make life a little sweeter.
And to make our love more bitter.

Rice and Cupcake.
They don't even match.
But as I take.
They are still in one batch.

Rice is the main delicacy!
While cupcake is for dessert!
So delicious and healthy.
You can't desert!

Sometimes we are like cupcakes and rice.
We seem so opposite to each other.
But as long as we are nice.
Then we can live happily ever after.

Fried rice and cupcake.
With a little milkshake.
For a late night dinner.
Can't get any better.

Such delicious food.
Such silent mood.
In such a peaceful night.
Everything is alright.

Sitting here, enjoying...
Fresh air, I'm breathing...
I gaze upon the sky.
I think my friend is also enjoying the night.

Coldness fills the air.
I walk through the fair.
Checking all the shops,
Rolling, dancing non-stop.

Clothes and food.
Buy everything, everywhere I set foot.
I feel bad for overspending.
But it's a waste not spending.

One night out.
Singing out loud.
A happy mind under the light.
Oh, such wonderful night!