Morning
Quiet
Quiet
Formerly the sun shines brighter
But now very dim
Closed with thick black fog
I
Still hiding in a hole
Feeling afraid to step outside
This eye can still see your shadow
It always haunts me
That stare
Tears of tears on your cheeks
Until the blood that moistens your lips
How long will you be here?
Are not you enough bitter?
The sound was still buzzing in my ears
The voice that enveloped at that time
A soft voice moaned in pain
Aroma danur smells ripe
The equator is dark
Darkness without light
I
Still hiding
Nearly exhausted this
I
Trying to run
But in vain
You
Still shadowing
Still haunting