I walk through the coridor
Looking, finding interesting things
Killing time is my hobby.
One night,
I can't sleep.
I walk and look
Just to kill sometime.
Then I saw something that will kill me
instead of time.
I run through the coridor,
My heart beating faster
than it should.
I ask my self,
What is it that I felt that way.
I turn back and see.
though it meters away
HER beauty never swayed away.
All I can say to myself is,
I found thy dream of dreams
of every man.
She has white glowing skin,
Her face is like a peach,
Her eyes is like heavens.
Her walk makes clouds below,
It felt my eyes zooming
of amazement.
I heared her voice loughing,
its like a music from heaven.
yeah! there it is,
a music...
turn to rock music?
oh heaven hears me,
I slept at the coridor,
time kills me.
Everything was just a dream.
I walk to my room
and sleep.
Wondering where dream brings me.