Once again, I put the pen down the table
Walking into the deserted streets
Escape from my suffocating house
looking for air, for sight, for a clear head
Glamour starry sky shines with fainted cyan light
Vividly bring out the golden sickle that hangs in the sky
Chilly breeze with autumn leaves flying in the air
making a rustling sound
I plaint in my heart:
what a wonderful view
Seems a bit too luxurious for its only audience
I wanted to ask others:
“Hello, in there. Do you want to come out and have a walk?”
But it eventually become a long sigh
For them, I'm just a nostalgia freak
Couldn’t keep up with fast changing time
For me, they are lives of helpless
That tightly chained with technology.
Once again, I put my hand in the pocket
Walking alone in deserted streets
Towards my illusion of tomorrow
Searching for people, for hope, for a brighter Future
