Sometimes I see everything,
From tiny particles into the whole complete picture
Sometimes I did not see anything,
Like blinding white lights that put out my black eyes
Sometimes, sometimes
Like fallen autumn leaves that lie in dirt
Soon to be embraced by the first snow drop
Like a flower bud that's closing in
Nevertheless, will be popped out
Sometimes, sometimes
Everything I touch
Will be vanished...
That is a creation
Everything I preserve,
Will be vain
Every time, and every times
Nothing ---
Interest ---
Me ---
Anymore ---
Except...
The nothingness itself,
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