Preparing for everything
I close my eyes and think
Is there any hope left in
I never thought what kind of matter
I’m loosing myself in the river
Finding out everything can be found
Which always make me sad and moron?
Today is the doomsday
The day when (more…)
Am I still sincerely prayed for you?
If there’s no burning-fiery hell
Am I still staying away from your prohibition?
I’m just a dust which covered
By all weaknesses
Inappropriate to touch your holy palace
But unable to breathe your fiery hell
Too many mistakes
This had done in every step
Of my life
Fetter my legs tightly
So I’ll never walk on (more…)