Blues is..
thinking some kind of trouble that cant be helped...
The sky is taken, tomorow is broken. The darkness that eats into hearts is born and all dreams are withered. Have we all felt the uneased of life...and who knows the whereabouts of the sky.. and i, i lose a place to go, when the borders of days has disappeared. Sometimes i just could climb the roof, seeing myself flying with my imagination, regret all the lost when i flew without fear, looking at those people who gave up everything.. and i know, it may happen to me, one day. Sometimes i just dont want to open these eyes anymore.. seeing the light when these eyelid closed, and im looking for it alone... alone.....
