The Flood of thoughts

How are you, two months apart?

Two months of humble life

I'm seen as a wandering

Cherry blossoms smell good.

The sky is still the same blue

Traces of migratory birds flying

Leaving some painful memories.

A person's Day

Always don't want to wake up

The room is full of memories you left behind

Some words always want to say to you

But there's no chance for you to tell

After leaving

There's always no suitable topic to tell you.

Or between the A flitting?

It's going to be a deep pain.

You're not behind me.

I kept all my cheerful

Now there's only one silent man

If the day that we meet

You'll still be standing in front of me

To keep me in the quiet

I can't do it now, I don't want you.

You show up in my whole world

How am I supposed to pull you away

How the Spirit of paralysis

To be able to not remember

Happiness always comes after the pain

Now I can go to see the stars alone

You can now face the separation of life

And I'm always slowly fit for this separation

Now you and I have a distance

But the moment that we met

Everything has become a kind of memory

There is a kind of remote loneliness

Is the process of a person's inner strength.

There is a kind of calm confession

I was thinking about you.

There is a parting full of regrets

is not giving each other a big hug.

There is a different kind of blessing

I want you to be better than me.

There is a distance to live not by oneself

Is the separation of the two thoughts

The Flood of thoughts