strange

 

each one all had their own value themselves

everything is getting to develope

everyone all is getting to growing up

you look at me at this time point

but you never know and understand which one next

and you did not know always what my next will be

ask me or catch me

these all can not answer what you want to know

just ask yourself about it

i feel that is a joy

i ever ask myself how i to do

i wait for each body's action

wait for it for a long time

there were the same opera each day

in my mind

it were all boring and strange things

they were ghost in your mind

what did you get

what did you get

i think what happened for so long time

i was so silence to look at all thing happened

go into and gone by

i was so glad to figure it out

it really be a net over yours

you can not run out of these all

besides you fly to future

long time ago

our grandfather told us

it was not belong yours

so that you can not get it

shall we?