As his pernicious grin shines like a gem,
I woke up from a fancy dream that feels like hell of his hem,
With a knife on my palm, I started wandering in this realm:
That is full of scars and pale pairs of lachrymose eyes I never dream.
He flew through the wind like an eagle I couldn't imagine,
He left me dumbfounded, drowned in workloads and wounded,
I whispered to the wind, melancholy singing as a lovely bird,
Wishing I could just end this song without waiting for his big return.
