A warm glass of glass coffee
Smoke stared at the eyeballs
A little song sounds
A stabbing voice of conscience
Fingers do not want to stop
Rhymes, poems or possibly poetry
Vibration goes beyond
Awareness of Conscience
Painting words that have meaning
I may look brave
Hard-hardened concrete or iron
Have you ever realized once
This often praised self
The self that you see is as tough
Screaming ill lurking lamenting
I also have a heart
Smile every moment pawn
Wrap up
This wound
I also have human instincts
I'm not as tough as you see
A cheerful face is a fictitious myth
Morning in Karaeng
Like peaking at the foot of the slope
Hypocrisy
Selfishness
Lie
I'm just blasphemy