Wednesday, July 11, 2012

GROAN


The day of the mess                            
This not company life

I'm just so trend in one direction
No one to ask me no one to forgive me

The mess of memorandum
Ambition and blind as a pile of crowded
I have just things
Time like the prisoner was banished as

"To the world, I'll always be a stranger. I don't understand the language, it do not understand my silence. We exchange, is only a little contempt. Like meeting in the mirror."

In the name of the sun
The darkness in public plunder

Occasionally looked up became dark days
And then back on

No process abrupt
Feel your own life have been denied
Too late dismal ending
And this troubled deep pools
YouZi YinCanCan to smile.

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