Sometimes.... Sometimes the world turns into naught Precious memories become solely blank Blossom Dreams... arid withered drought Even though,she always have to thank Oftentimes patience starts to disappear Suffering seeks out of infinite tears Needed aims wilt deep inside Feeling no angels are close aside AT times, all doors seem will close Appealing beauty fades into shadows Rigid Reality always wills to oppose Drooping indeed attacks the green meadows Often, life seems just an ordinary word Approaching one's world ,a tricky illusion Emigration assault even the innocent bird Whispering Echoes invade building a collusion Sometimes everything looks so cold Winter bursts into the flowering primrose Aching Notes are always being fold Without you,life's indeed verbose Frequently,blooming souls are turning bare Free hands,so tightly chained The world seems poor of sweet air Essence's satisfaction appears won't be obtained
