Abroad heaven
My dreams fly high...

This poem is about the awkward political situation...
Demonstrations and walkouts...

The excitement in your gaze
No way to don’t recognise it...

To change a little part
Of our human world...

This is like falling down
No stop to keep me...

Number one
In international charts...

Life through stages
Worlds in cycles...

We live in stages
With pixels as pages...

From tip to toe
Checking my neat outside...

That’s the way
The stars show up...

No chance I want to give you anymore
To hurt me and chuck me away again...

Love you called it once
But that’s the wrong explanation...