Desolate Paradise

A garden in a barren heart

Abandoned own island

people still joking

Snap a straw hat on each other

This is a dance that everyone must learn

This is the song of the crowd

Bend your mind slightly

Everyone hurts a little

You can also accept your own lies

such a grey building

So gloomy me and us

ready to coma

Create a dream within a dream that everyone agrees with

curl your eyes

no longer writing

Stop looking at the same window

Give back to the world a little courtesy

and a little hypocritical light