I…
Who do not know much about everything,
Too naive been said that know about the heart
Only a little bit desire that comes up through the mind
It is not the whole sense,
Just of what it calls precipitate
Or a bit of flash from the reaction of the sense itself
Being interactive with the feeling around it
And unstated heart which there is no trust to be gained
I…
Do not know where I am standing now
Just too pleasure to be sad
And afraid the things going to be better
Just do not know how to deal with it
Too much pain that surrounding
Put it in the place just to get used to it
And how devastated rebound chop it was

There is a color, there is an air
There are some voices in the far away place
In the forgotten homeland
In the crowded places, in the silence faces
In the searching heart
There is a hope, there is a clue
And there is a face
Arise the amusing, reveals the doubtness
Emerge the wondering thoughts
No sense that comes up, no feeling that captured
Empty air comes down, freezing wind run through
No signs fall down, no clues come up
Just a face, because of the face
Not me, not them, not anyone here
Just a face... of the past