World of Mess

you'll probably forget it. Let the sadness piled up on your shoulders.

Be held in hands of a shooting star.

I let myself reset in a sigh, Days feeling like they're in an infinite loop.

Even if "facing the right, now the left" is a detour.I'm okay with it.

The wind blowing past is definitely, flying past the cracks in the buildings.

So that the noise can't be heard by you.

Drawn in the night sky.

The story connecting the stars, that illusion of the heart yearning.

You probably won't forget it.

The flowers blooming around the detouring path.

As well as the signs of crying and the scars left behind.

All you have to do is walk with it in your arms.

Fantasy

Like a cruel angel... Young boy, become a legend.

Even though the blue wind knocked at the door of your heart...

you kept looking and smiling only at me.

Lost while searching for something soft...

Your honest eyes show that you haven't realized your fate.

But someday, you'll recognize that on your back...

You have the wings to fly to the distant future.

A cruel revelation from the angels will fly out from a window soon.

When you deny your memory with your spurting and burning pathos...

Shine and hold up the sky.

Young boy, become a legend.

Life is as Drawing

Today i had a wingless stop and tell me, she'd lost my map and now there's

no way she will ever be free. Then with no strength, i raised the brush and started

to paint. Mixing together colours without any constraints. Even if my eyes are no

longer able to see, i will still surely find a way to draw. Even if my arm lose all

their strength as limp as they maybe, i will still find a way to draw. There is one

colours that ties together everything, it's like a prayer that you keep wishing for

continuously.