<>A Silent Touch to the Depth</P>
<>The eye,ever limpid<BR>after the episode of asthma,<BR>is soaked in fear <BR>and glittering at a loss<BR>After salvage of several hours<BR>The boy on the sickbed<BR>leaning against the wall<BR>Now calm dowm <BR>He is seven years old<BR>It's not the first times <BR>That happens<BR>Something has changed in him</P>
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<>Something</P>
<>Something is tender<BR>Something is bitter<BR>Something is stiff<BR>Something is soft<BR>Tenderness made me <BR>vulnerable and frail<BR>Bitterness made me<BR>tough and strong<BR>So my will is stiff<BR>But my heart soft </P>
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<>Lost for long</P>
<>The bus is running <BR>I like this feeling of moving<BR>Something is casted away <BR>Sadness<BR>Loneliness<BR>Anxiousness<BR>I feared them so much<BR>But I always kept silent <BR>Never made a noise, never<BR>I've been isolated for long<BR>Lost for long<BR>The bus is faster<BR>But far less than crazy<BR>Your lover was melting<BR>in others arms<BR>When I recall the past years<BR>just like these trees outside<BR>withdraw through my eyes <BR>It is wide, open <BR>But totally nothing left </P>
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<>Struggle On </P>
<P>I am getting darker,darker and darker<BR>I am getting dirtier,dirtier and dirtier<BR>I am getting drier,drier and drier</P>
<P>We are all on the way without quit<BR>We are arrows <BR>which will finally stick to the target</P>
<P>I am silent with rage or peace<BR>And I shall sink into the black death<BR>The sky is empty and the river is deep<BR>But both of them are out of my mind</P>
<P>Endless is so short<BR>Just like transparent night<BR>When you amble along the wide street <BR>And walk across the cold steel bridge<BR>on this tranquil city morning<BR>It's far away from your dizzy dream<BR>It's so real and normal</P>
<P>Everything goes fine<BR>But why you are pushed onto the dangerous edge<BR>You shiver in your heart, faint and frail<BR>What you are longing for is so simple<BR>But you refused it at the begining point</P>
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