Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Not again, the day had fade,
From the sunny day, till the rainy day.
I always wait for the day, which I always care.
and till that day, which no one care.
Life's are identical to the weather,
Where there's good and bad.
and mood of mine, escaped through the winter day.
I'm sad, for what they did to me in a moodless way.
Feel of dying, for what they trying...
It's more than killing, the soul which exhausting.
Cold weather, which kinda cooling,
but the one who wonder, what I'm doing.
Thus, life is boring.