Full moon shines the darkness on the rooftop.
Beauty it brings, light it shines.
I put a smile.
A smile of unidentified feelings;
Worry, sad, love, happy, and dead-end.
Under the dark blue sky,
Spark the stars.
The deep confession uttered.
The so called dead-end lies before us.
Obvious and reek.
Tearing down the dreams.
The fundamental ideology strongly holds the gate.
It isolates us in our own zones.
Never let us merge.
Not even a time.
Silent stays still.
Story of future comes abruptly.
It His will.
Let He give the way.