2002-12-21 @ 6:03 p.m.

permanent mood:

He said it was just commercial
I see plastic bag floating in the air beautifully
I see one deep eye filmed by a camera

whatever
we all know
we¡¯ve wasted our youth
all we remember
all we can feel
cold bloody zombies stretching all over the place

Hide our fears
we¡¯ve already lose our consciousness
what is it for?
rigid obscuration covers right on our eyes

In the forest where ghosts haunt
on the lake where the surface is frozen
we will never see anything else
except black and white
scare or bliss
meets at the same point

Blunt
even more terrible than a sharp knife
sometimes to pierce doesn¡¯t mean to destroy

¡­
Life is like a drifting feather
ground is always your destination