original point

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