I am suffocated
when the great depression fall on my breast
Do you ever know you are breathing
Do you still think nothing took place
I feel so empty in my inner
Even I work hard on my favorite
Do you know why it seems that
We need something necessary
Somebody deceived me
Somebody deceived himself
If you can't see this side
The world you know is a portion
Will you still evade to linger on?
Is there any self evident reason?
Don't ask me
Will we find the invisible thing?
Is there any spontaneous motive