What is complete can not ever be spoiled.
Static perfection in every point.
Slices of moments, magnificent world,
Life that's eternal in every word.

World's drawning.
I'm drawing
The sheeps in the field, pink waters,
The pencil, pen, their ink dauters.
The castles I build weigh quarter.
Your joy and scar like Harry Potter's.

This sadness is taking me over.
Blue sun is above and inside.
I haven't find five-leaved clover.
Regrets don't have end. I'm so tired.

There's no one to blame. I am useless,
Responsible for all mistakes.
Why's always my fortune so cruel?
Anxiety's hiding my face.

I wish I could blow out the fire
Of powerless anger and pain.
How quiet cries terrible liar
Knows only the night and the day.