Yesterday, I feel no complain with u,
with no aim to share this heart into u.
Should I treat those roses in a honest?
maybe, a bluemoon became more strange
or a sun won't brought it light in the past.
The world is not says with full of danger;
the sea is not hope for breaking their water;
but why the forest gone their beautiful,
leaves r withered by a song of deathful,
flowers r suffered by tears of winter?
I cry with white holy bloody of light,
hope it flame say forever, day n night.
2009
