When i look to the sky
it is crystal clear....
just as the mountain river
waiting for the morning dew
but this heart loss its way
to scheme...
to pretend...
knowing the meaning of life..
for birds only know to fly
as humans,we just grow and die
living in this path of confusion
sometimes i walk sometimes i run,
until everything feels so dry
am i right to be wrong..?
or am i wrong to be right..?
questions of my lonely soul
whispering the summer
for it's undone task....
