ill believe in my life。
Where is the “still”？ What is the “still”？ Why is the “still”？
I want to know。
Forever。
It’s your answer。
I can’t understand it。
Emotion let me want to know more。
You can’t say。
So it’s a lie。
So my world will be destroyed。
And everything will be disappointed。
At last； nothing in my room； still。
Certainly I know。
But…
I still want to know； want to know more。書包 網 。 想看書來
Street Eye
Street eye。
Where am I？
Already lost my sky。
Cloud will cry。
Because of the bewitching fire。
Covered sunshine。
Street eye。
Where the moonlight？
Prayer。
One dream of mine。
e true and forever fly。
But it’s so much light。
That easy to rise。
So； only with you； street eye。
Tokyo
The day is ing；
I h*e to move out my room
The new journey is ing； I still hesitate before I start。
A train goes to station very slowly
I create a message to my friend
In fact； I h*e phoned her at home this morning
However； I feel some things is lost none the less
Start my journey with my old guitar only
Discart my photographs with my mnemosyne
I give up something； then I get something again
Why is the life repeat endlessly？
Conceited individuality has been following my dream all the time
I will stop my step if heart is too timorous to advance
I am in the carriage； and the train is in the railway
On the steak； I can see some tears from my eyes to ground
Out the window； I can see the city is extending
And I hope you never change
The man who g*e me the guitar had said