The night-cold air embraces the soul
Drifting along, jumping over the imagination hole
Nothing seems reality. Where is the whole?
Stepping out into the bare world
Taking the melancholy along
Hovering around like an invisible bird.
Under the whopping sky
Standing in the middle of the universe
I rise my hands to pick a black rose
And let all the gleaming petals disperse.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
The night-cold air embraces the soul
Drifting along, jumping over the imagination hole
Nothing seems reality. Where is the whole?
Stepping out into the bare world
Taking the melancholy along
Hovering around like an invisible bird.
Under the whopping sky
Standing in the middle of the universe
I rise my hands to pick a black rose
And let all the gleaming petals disperse.
