I do not have a fever
yet I'm burning inside...

What if you saw the real me?
It would be a tragedy to see...

They are analysing my every move,
dissecting each crumbling part of me...

Agonizing situation,
swaying on an edge...

A simple girl...
Sitting quietly on the train...

The blue sky darkened into black
and the sliver of the moon sparkled...

Acrostic Poem:
O ver the mountain...

Remember
every time you talk to her...

Set fire to my heart,
let it burn like any useless...

Once you start you cannot forfeit;
you must play it out until the end...

Lost between two worlds,
hoping for us to collide...

Another year has gone by.
old age will soon catch up...