Sadness hovers in the corner of my thoughts
As I look to the future , wreathed in shattered hopes
A glimpse of the trivial past, that defines nothing
A look to the darkness doesn’t bring the spark of tomorrow
A fake hope only brings superfluous sorrow
A man with black suit in rainy street
A girl in the desert with umbrella , bare feet
A lady holding an empty cradle
A blind with walking stick, laying in bed
Absurd is the sense of need
Meaningless is the voice of grief
To tell a truth is to lie to myself
I miss the day where I knew I have no choice
To go that way, like sailing in a river
The big blue won’t ****** me with directions
The beautiful purple orange of the west
But the stars lead the way in the dark
Or the beautiful red with yellow of the east
And the heat of the day murders the merit of my diligence
No power can help the restless
I chose not to chose , but what will be my destiny
Is it really written? Or I really have to write my fate
But what if the book of life has no end
And the terminal of life leads to one flight
A flight that takes me back home
Where the journy never end
And my ship never set sail
And the winds blow no more
The flowers won't bloom
A journy to the where it all began
Caught endlessly in the sands of time