What is matter about my soul
it seem be into a fuzzy status
more thinking more be tired
there were a lot of pressures to put on my body
all body hands were ties
i just be lonely to thinking about my academic paper
and face to tired myself
how shall i get the answer from the fuzzy
account of how long i can live
or live stronger and stronger
be a brave man of life
i can not be weak to down
maybe it load the first
not install at the ending
it will happen from the orginal point
i had no ability to be weak
who knew what the pain lead to
behind these all
may i be the more strong man
to be a wisdom or blind
fade it to pure
or i had been get out of my life
dream in the hole of mountain
find it too hard to unsurvive
following the raising of music of life
feeling to assiastance less
tomorrow is belong people who those rich and exciting
it was a long sad night
it was a fuzzy time,too
be thinking man at the moment
i lost it more and i get any more
gray cloude was full of the sky
look
the wind jump at the mountain
the yellow pages stand at the top of the tree
what sadding past i had
how much people understand each other
almost be lion yell to tiger alike
not only these sading people
but also those exciting people
there were some boring affairs
here were some crying matters
who care and how about
the poetry was so long
but our story still be written for a long long later
however at the moment with me
i stand at the original point