I have napped for a month
Yet rest pelted away
Oh hope, on the wall
Hike like a bike today

Somewhere in Neverland
An island on my hand
The blurred world, so lucid
Peter pan has grown up

The clock speaks; it’s ticking
It is a silent scream
This serene is booming
Roars have been seen running

This Garden of Eden
It greets like a sad smile
I yearn to move mountains
But pain provokes my past