Loses myself in the smoke
Plane mirror seems broke

Tomorrow I'll breath better
A dream couldn't succeed ever

Tears becomes the ink of pen
How someone understand the actual pain

I want to fly like a fallen leaf
Why not only autumn, each season tease me, wants me to leave

The mind becomes a dust bin of bad memories
Why each day, past appears to pin and hurts me

Who makes the peace slept
When woke up only found a broken dreamy eyes

Heavy clouds...