It is difficult to live
when the square is not really a square
I feel it now
how hard it is be to formless cloud
people like clear blue sky
cloudless
people they are people
I am selfish
that is all I can see
blue sky
I never have seen it
in real days as I know

my medicine
***** all the moisture of mine
so now I am a dry white cloud
still the formless
I just dreaming
dreaming and feeling
feeling and hating
hating and loving
loving and floating
that is all what I can do

as the sky as it is
I am feeling empty
like the specks of dusts in a whirl wind
my heart is twirling
I am going against the rhythm
for a dream I think I deserve
starry nights are dooming
I am selfish even though