Humanism

Leaning on the frozen white clouds,

earth stopped at the moment,

staring...

slept by the swing of warm sun.

The lights so red,

captivating the souls which exhausted,

which lost direction,

scooping the hopes with false dream.

The days that passed by,

seemed like groaning in grief,

sounds oppressing the heart,

gloomy symphony lingering in the middle of tears.

I do not know,

is it sin that too sweet to resist?

Or just the thoughts which forgotten by leisurely?

On a second before everything been answered,

we have stridden along too far,

carried by the wind,

to the shape of miserable...