Who am I?
I am the ember which lurk behind the shadow of dawn
The one who deceived in echo, mumbling as I like
A suffer who alienated by time, but lived for the existence of life
I am the boundless identity
The instinct of a freedom
Neither no one could stop me
In the work of art I speak
Through melancholy, I sing
Humming in a question, shall I?
Will the existence of oneself be able to say?
I am the haunted figure who stand beyond your common sense
The wild soul of yours
Camouflaged in the blurry of ethics
Hey reality, surprised?
The breaths of subsistence are words of my bare thoughts
A character which accidentally born
Matured by the black dots
For world is bright enough, I took a shade as shadow poet