One day,
I'm dead,
Those who hate me,
rise and dance in a happy mood,
Those who love me,
Cries and tears like morning dew.
The second day,
My body was buried deep in the ground,
Those who hate me,
Looking at my grave,
With a smile on their face,
Those who love me,
dare not to look back at my place
feeling something was misplaced
One year later,
My bones have rotted,
My grave was clotted,
Those who hate me,
Occasionally mention me after tea,
Aimlessly ascension like a flying bee.
Those who love me,
In the dead of night,
Silent tears to whom may cry?
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 8:35 AM UTC
One day,
I'm dead,
Those who hate me,
rise and dance in a happy mood,
Those who love me,
Cries and tears like morning dew.
The second day,
My body was buried deep in the ground,
Those who hate me,
Looking at my grave,
With a smile on their face,
Those who love me,
dare not to look back at my place
feeling something was misplaced
One year later,
My bones have rotted,
My grave was clotted,
Those who hate me,
Occasionally mention me after tea,
Aimlessly ascension like a flying bee.
Those who love me,
In the dead of night,
Silent tears to whom may cry?
