I feel real

2017年11月20日 晴

You are Winter Wind, twisted

Blowing into me, I became fat

I need more energy to get by

Cold winter consumes every piece

Of the skin though dry and likely dying

I should've been satisfied being filled up

But strangely empty is me, my beating heart

Kidnapped more windy breaths

Cheering up who is able to survive

From being a blew unknown his victim wawa

I see myself is the last left trying

Separate dust from sunshine and play

Between imagination and being a real thing