I'll Hide Where the Sun Won't Squeese Me

Stealing

T

1he worry—free bird stole the earth's hope,

Autumn stole the summer forest. Regrets stole away coundess pleasures, Time had stolen so many days. Some people's stories didn't bother me if I can't think about them, I didn't want to think about someone's joys and sorrows but let me miss to these days. With the purest eyes, Looking at the most lovely youth. Some people deserved better than others, One was more nervous as when she approached. The moon stole the dawn,

The sun stole the stars. The senses stole the senses, And you've stolen my heart.

I'll Hide Where the Sun Won't Squeese Me

T n the great waves of the torrent, You can't see me. The stone won't squeeze me, Only the struggle into the billow, With a footstep that seemed unintentional, Drove me off the voyage. I'm in the night, In the poor dark night, She gave out a faint cry with trembling. Is that no summer worm can resonate, My heart has long held this heart, Swallowed into an infinite black hole. It ' s the light that arrogantly basks in freedom and freedom,

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