2017年11月20日 晴
You are Winter Wind, twisted
Blowing into me, I became fat
I need more energy to get by
Cold winter consumes every piece
Of the skin though dry and likely dying
I should've been satisfied being filled up
But strangely empty is me, my beating heart
Kidnapped more windy breaths
Cheering up who is able to survive
From being a blew unknown his victim wawa
I see myself is the last left trying
Separate dust from sunshine and play
Between imagination and being a real thing
