Lonely While Icy moonlight..
Sprinkle In each places of New York...
The air filled with your aroma
But Again Unable to find Your Direction..
Far away The mist..
Always trance to see..
Your obscure The Appearance
but Time Has Quietly started time
Timing the last time that we have
Finally, the blood incarnadine manjusakas
In despair and tears in Bloom
For I was wandering in the edge of life and death. ,,
Quietly waiting for..
Waiting for death...
Since, I choose,,,
And আপনি choose the different Direction
Tear down the last Camouflage,
Back to the original most of the initial place
all see the truth clealy……
That 's all!
I Will be Slowly Write
Now Not Time）