Life is cruel
A small twig of this breath
The bitter trace of life is alive
Walking as if aimlessly
Stepping unconsciously
Drooping this body
When looking at the cruel life
Carried by the heat of the atmosphere
That burns this dull skin
Heart jumping, cussing, yelling
But is anyone listening?
It's useless…
They are busy with their personalities
Sweet taste is defeated by bitterness
Crime after another
But goodness..?
Where is it.?