i am the dog that
sees and wonders to the end
and writes it all down

hate this world
full with broken dreams
never brings a new hope
even only one for me.

broken dreams I've made
'till I can't wake up.
killing myself in the dream
'till I can't breathe.

nobody cares,
nobody ever wonders why
and it's all my body and soul
form a constellation in the darkest sky.

tears sweep away the nectar,
turning it becomes salty,
it's the taste of tasteless heart.

blood bleeds on my scar,
turning it into blood red,
it's the taste of bleeding heart.

sweet doesn't taste so sweet,
what sweet really is?
it's the taste of broken dreams.

I once was so eager to find the meaning of life,
never knew the reason why of facing the strife.
I was naive, thinking life was easy before,
as I grew older, I'd learned a little more.

now I understand, not to find the meaning of life,
'cause I'm the the one who define my own life.
albeit delightful or woeful I'll feel,
it's all depend on the way I choose to live.

it's like walking into a garth,
overwhelmed by the blossoms.
there's nothing better than this
making my heart whole blooms.

yet it's like an autumnal equinox,
there's a time to whither and die.
albeit leaves fall on the ground,
but I bet it'll be remembered.

I feel not blithe nor blue
whilst entering the whole new chapter,
'cause it won't be the same like before.
it makes me to wonder,
how blue will be defined after?

snowflakes
fall little by little,
this town becomes
whiter and whiter.

old memories
keep lingering in the air,
cold breeze
can never blow them away.

in her mouth
the snowflakes melt,
in her lungs
the bitterness overspreads.

old memories
are too precious
to be thrown,
yet too heavy
to be held.

snowflakes fall
little by little,
this town becomes
whiter and whiter.

people rush to home
with longing,
people stay at home
to keep warm.

leaving an empty street
with snow,
carrying love back home
but never the snow.

like my heart
the empty street is,
like my soul
the snow is.

snowflakes
fall little by little,
this town becomes
whiter and whiter.

sparrows
move to a warmer place,
trees somehow
have fallen asleep.

no blossoms bloom,
no soothing tune,
somehow, I'm missing you.

snowflakes
fade away little by little,
this town become
brighter and brighter.

perhaps, you'll come to me,
like the spring promised to me.

or perhaps, I shall cherish
the cherry blossoms
for I've gone through that
all alone.

fascinating, like the aroma of tea,
pleasing moon to have a drink.
like the liquor, it brings the glee,
overfill my cup but not to drunk.

tonight, let's paint the town red,
there in my throat the odours overspread.
under the moonlight, I dance with my shadow,
holding a wine, too fine to swallow.

I'm not drunk and it might be true,
stumbling and murmuring on the way back home.
my life is not utterly dark nor blue,
I'm just missing him and the dawn.

life is black and white,
like their thoughts,
hard to be fathomed.
either the hidden truth
or the high-sounding words
will never untangle
the knot in my heart.
perhaps life is grey,
the mixture of glee and woes,
never taste too acerbic, nor too sweet,
bittersweet is the best.