I think I am talking something funny,
while the world is working with things arrayed by their way.
I believe I am a dust, flying in my little world.
My dream was mottened by the time and crowded.
It seemed that T\the festival will never hold for me, celebrate for me. (??_
When I forget the way to go, can I still take away something from the time ??
Fame? Fortune? Power?
All you want is also my favorite. But the winner only belongs to the few.
So how can I enjoy the life in my way? How will you block in front of me and
someday try to despise me??
I will find the answer from the history, now you. That's all, good night.