To stop the rumbling thunders in my mind
take a thousand year
or maybe eternity.

Until I close my eyes
maybe then i'll found paradise.
Pure paradise not crystal white
or sipping bottles.

Oh God shelter me,
I need a break.
stuck in this cage
I thought I've touched the lights
but then the light dimmed and i'm back
in the dark.

once was my sun
now is my dark cloud.
maybe we're not meant to be,
you're meant to be my semantic memories;
bitter and sweet.
I was there, when no one was there,
but you liked clown
and i'm the sad soul.
The last thing I send to the moon,
I miss you. I hope you miss me.