Beautiful

The most beautiful thing

is to die in dream

is to chase down the unknown


i could never imaging what would happen

after i fulfill the part

but so far

i felt wonderful

having a thing to risk my life for

last breath with smile

last view of you, with me

Remove

Page by page
One by one


i start removing my past

any trace
any mark


all the recollection

inside the trash box which cannot be recycled

Hoping i can find a new me

to start all over again

in an unknown town

to a moment i could remove my reminiscent

out of the cage i create

with hand of saver

Forward

[dream last night]

i was walking on the road of night

without any sight from feet away

friends start falling down one by one

as i passing them in every step

hands and body soiled with crimson blood

heat was there when i wipe it on my face

i know nothing

i remember nothing

but still

im heading forward...

Winter

With my last cig

it was cold during a winter night

smoke mix with the mist coming out from my mouth

i was comfort

slowly slowly

burning as taking a breath of cheerless

cars moving below my feet like a swarm of locusts

im the only one

the only one who halt

in the busy late winter night

[inspiration from south coast plaza which i love the most]

Disarrayed

How long i have not look in to the sky

after a long working day

How much struggle i have consumed

though out a daily life


that night, that moment

with that perfect scenery

deja vu with nothing to recall

i was disarrayed