At last God grants The Sun's application.
The Sun is fade up of this milky way,
especially inhabitants of the planet earth agitated the most.
It needs to cool down at an ice age level,below sub zero of course.
It is going on a vacation.
Destination is random.
Maybe from galaxy to galaxy,
black hole to black hole.
A strange darkness is creeping down on earth.
Let us all pray to the selfless trees,
As it doesn't charge anything for oxygen.

My foggy sigh,
I'm waiting for my destruction
with all the darkness you gave.

My gaze is forever loyal to your eyes

Dear Ex, This time I haven't forget the day.Happy birthday.
I will excuse your name from the dictionary just to make it my own word.
And I will gave you a small town with cacophony of traffic.
I already sent the weather forecast
with humidity, barren clouds And
an umbrella with broken ears.

Alibaba.com is selling love at a cheap wholesale price,
What should I buy from my savings ?
Love or a sack of rice ?
My heart is hungry like hell
My stomach also ringing the aching bell
I've ordered 7 kilos of love
But the delivery will be delayed  4 weeks
Due to Covid-19.

In the shadows of my mind
Incubus whispers, love unkind
Intoxicated by the thought
Of you, my love, my heart has sought

Melancholy grips my soul
Loneliness takes its toll
I wander through the night
Searching for the light

But all I find is emptiness
A love that's turned to emptiness
I'm haunted by your memory
My heart a prisoner of your legacy

The incubus whispers once more
Telling me to close the door
To love, to hope, to dreams
But my heart still screams

For the love that once was mine
Now lost in the shadows of time
I am intoxicated by the pain
Of love that will never gain

I'll keep searching through the night
Hoping to find the light
To chase away the incubus
And heal this lonely heart of mine.

Last night as a reluctant host,
while I was sleep walking with my ghost
My lonesome dream escape
It ran away so hard
like a hungry wild leopard
into the landscape -
of my barren sigh
At least it could have said goodbye.

In this Capitalist evening
Customers don't care about the new moon anymore
On contrary The full moon's market is so trendy.
So we practice wailing, we who are roofless proletarians.

The  full moon laughed like a ghost
Scared, I collect all the rusty stars.
Light the orphan stars with kerosene
and chase the green darkness of isolation.

I smell the evening rain in her eyes,
The last wish of a dying firefly breaths a sigh on her lips.
And the sound of the butterfly fluttering its wings faded into her smile.

You understand ideology,recession,arms race.
Why not the void of my soul after seeing your face ?
You even understand superheroes ,Trump 's tweet
But you don't understand my missing
heartbeat.

The sky should crush into us-
even if an ant dies out of our negligence.

The dog did a terrible crime, stole a stale bread and ate it alive.
We should hand it over to the enemy.

Let love be the global pandemic
And your smile, the only vaccine.

So many hawkers gathered in my neighborhood.
They are trying to sell my
classical wailing at a cheap rate.
You are not among any of the buyers.

The fog is like a guest bird,
It fluttering its wings in front of my
closed window.
I am forever a pet bonsai tree,
hesitantly embracing the quilt made of snow.