Sit in the old bench
In corner of street
I am alone
Just the wind and i sing about the day full of loneliness
Lamp nictate
Make me more and more feel alone
Star and moon attend for me
Midnight come
Just black cloud in around me
Half back still seek place to sleep
In order to receive a dream to make they more well
Cold and dark in the round me
This is wild life
Where you must can tune yourself and let people in his bad life or you in verge of your ravine
Like a rotten flesh above trash
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