BREAKFAST

Grief approached,
Unable to push over,
Covered in rain in early march.

Anxiety only an early show,
Towards the deep suffering,
Dream that melted with crying.

The gone will never return,
Blue atmosphere in the gloomy sky,
Time lost as dust.

WORDS OF THE DYING

Whatever you feel,
do not turn away from the fate waits for you,
reaching out the far away dream,
is not impossible.

If the legs feel tired,
you need not to force the ego,
it's just wasting time,
the time run so fast,
leaving the dust of memories.

Rain at dawn,
inviting the tears of silence,
the flowers of sleep remain loyal to wait,
waiting for yourself to close the eyes.

END OF DREAM

Will the time comes back,
like the wind that rotates on the blue sky?
visits the dying heaven,
dreaming of rain in the dry season.

This vacuum room is so oppressive,
all anxiety flying around me,
my thoughts almost dead,
only to hope you stop by for a moment.

I'm aware of my hubris,
live above earthly umbrella,
until death finally comes,
still I'm dreaming of you.

HOUR GLASS

Flickering distant stars in the sky,
Blue stretches unlimited,
The forgotten brilliant times,
The humble fated circle.

For the sake of the mighty space and time,
The distant heaven which unattainable,
Dreams floating like the air dust,
Piece of hope is mere fantasy.

Find me among the ruins of your love,
For me to feel calm in your embrace,
Tears that melted, wipe it...
So you no need to worry about the world up there!