10 November 2010

Zero World

You make me blind,
It cover my shadow,
my feet turning blue,
and I could feel the turning ice.

Sleeping with your eyes close dear,
There's nothing much for you,
The ice are not melting today,
maybe someday.

I'm begging you,
Keep me running,
Don't let me crouch,
The ocean are there,

I can't find my destiny.

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