Tuesday, June 9, 2015

I wanna be(lyric poem)


I wanna be a leaf that travels through wind
I wanna be the sea, the sea in your  dream
I wanna be that bird ,that bird seems so free
Flying anywhere I would like to be

I wanna be be the moon that hides in the cloud
Waiting in the long and the deepest night
I see her looking at me
sadly drowning in her memory

I wanna be a cloud so white and so thin
reflecting twilight into a flowing stream
whenever you raise your eyes you could see me
Lying in the sky and gone with the wind

I wanna be the star the star that you could see
I wanna be a flame chasing out your cold
I wanna be a rock lying under tree
Why I cannot be



I wanna be a peach that falls onto the ground 
I wanna , be a wind whispering my dream
I wanna leave my home and roam on the street
To be free anytime anywhere

I wanna be be the moon that hides in the cloud
Waiting in the long and the deepest night
I see her looking at me 
But I guess it was just my fantasy 

I wanna be a cloud so white and so thin
reflecting twilight into a flowing stream
whenever you raise your eyes you could see me
Lying in the sky and gone with the wind

I wanna be the star the star that you could see
I wanna be a flame chasing out your cold
I wanna be a rock lying under tree
Why I cannot be

I wanna be a cloud white and thin
I wanna be a fire chasing out your cold
I wanna be a rock lying under tree
Why I cannot be

Sunday, November 23, 2014

The Message From God

I wake up in the morning
Heard the sound of raining
I opened the window and shocked
Because world is stretched

I saw
The lake became ocean
I saw
The remote distance between us
I saw world became much more vast
People are still trivial and humble

I laugh, I cry
I received the message from God
See, this is the distance between us
See, this is the distance between heart

Do Seek Their Meath From God

They are the hunters roaming in the dark
They are the darkness devouring lives
They are the creatures of God

In the deepest black
In the name of predation

Fighting to survive
Ruling the wild
Eating or being eaten
That's the rule by God

They are not made to live for eating others
But to let the generations go on
And feed cubs with pure love
So they choose to be the devil wandering in forests

To be or not to be
No one responsible for that miserable fate
To hunt, to survive, to love their cubs
That is the rule of nature
Oh, God
They have to seek their meat from thee