It was just a feeling that I thought
It was just a feeling that I feel
but having this nonsense song
Maybe nothing
But just a broken fine lines of words
Treasuring all the time that we have
Watching all the stars above
I'm gonna paint my day with you
and all the rest of the staffs and crew
It was just a feeling that I thought
It was just the feeling that I feel
but having this nonsense song
Maybe nothing
But just a broken fine lines of words
As the wind blows my past
The melody of your voice came at last
And as I blow the wind with the melody of your voice
And when the time comes that my soul have no choice
Maybe nothing
But having this nonsense song
Maybe nothing
Maybe just a broken fine lines of words
And if my bones can't sustain to paint the sun's raise
And if my brain can't even sustain to imagine the clouds and its face
Maybe nothing
But it's just the water trying to sustain my doubts
Maybe nothing but it's just the creepy musical folk blues
Maybe nothing but it's just your sentences is deeper than a knife
Maybe nothing but it's just your sentences that can kill my life
Broken fine lines of words
It's just doubts of mine
It's not like a sporty signs or hand sign or hand signals
Those signals and signs has nothing to do with my doubts
Doubts of having this critical mind
Doubts of having this paradox life
Paradox heart
A life that always depend on somebody's opinion or words
A life of fences
Fences of chaotic society, full of shouting; a dramatic entrances and exits
A poisonous smoke from cigarettes and garbage
Doubts of life that can be compare to a rotten cabbage
A useless green plant tree
A messy life, it's like dirty polluted sea
All the societies doubts pointed all to me
Doubts,doubts,doubts
Maybe nothing but just a broken fine lines of words containing doubts of mine
Doubts that trying to swallow the suns shine
Maybe my sentences are not so fine
But still, it creates my whole true me
And everyone will see
The messy society, fences of doubts,
poisonous smoke, and these broken fine lines
will shine like moon and stars at the night sky
But maybe nothing, but just a poetry of a lonesome boatman
whose trying to reach to his clan
Trying to continue to row his boat
Even if his hand and heart is hurt
Even if his mind will float
Too cold for a lonesome boatman
Trying to continue rowing his boat without a coat
-FZH-
