searching petals and threes...

dusk approaching ..
and it comes again..
out from no where..
suddenly he felt emo again..
surely..
there is something..
but he can't find the cause..
he feels sleepy..
he feels kind of emo..

flashing back the years behind him..
there laid a wonderful story..
a full told story.
a fairytale..
or i would say..
a dream...

long has the dream gone..
and he has awaken for years..
and yet..
he still never forget the ever wonderfull dreams..

yes.. many think he is enjoying life now..
doing what he wants..
being with who he wants..
having everything he should have...

and yet...
noone knows.
deep inside...
he still can't erase it..
the momories...

tired.. he is tired..
just let it be..
let it go..
whatever..
drifting away from himself..
he is a walking shadow.
a corpse without a soul..
where is his soul..


here is a strange place to him..
a stranger.. deserted in a wide coast..
coast to coast...
searching his soul..
meeting numerous devils...
but noone has the same feelings...
same ideology...
same petals of flowers..

where are those petals..
where are those threes...
where are those laughter..
where are those dreams...

a place he missed..
is a place..






where they shout aloud...
yong bu yan bai..