Night is always in cold color, With your silence, Showing like the hot cooperation. There’s a bloodstain in the sky, The edge is covered,...

There’s a moon, Hanging on the window. There’s also a moon, Dreaming in my soul. The one which’s hanging, Coming into my body; But can't...

Who will understand my? Pains and wounds, In fact no one for people Just know surface and not ground. Just expose yourself To sun, air...