The cold breeze of air
Slaps' my face when I go through the city
It was nice, quite amazing
I walk through the path
The sky full of stars
Just like the stores full of packs
But suddenly, I get the luck, when I see that mask
No one cares for that mask,
Nobody's wanted the mask
I asked the vendor why
"Why the don't even want to buy this one?"
He said that "It was plain, full of cracks"
I startled, and became puzzled
The mask was nice, it was colorful and toned
Getting my money inside, and buy that crafted art
I came back into my hoise
With that colorful mask
And stare it like it was becoming a melted ice
No one cares about it
No one likes it
And no one knows how it's worth
And just compared to mine,
I have full of mysteries
Having wide smiles but dying inside
I am plain, but gained
I got dumped, but learned to stand
Just like that mask
No one cares, no one likes it
But it was nice
Nicest as me, when you get unto my life and see what my colorful art is.
