Proportion

Adjusting with one's discipline The theory of thejob Called as superiors guidance Brain hasn't job and may sleep Face to face all are listeners Pickup the orders for beating Like a robot life is a desert I wish to hide my fault with a curtain Then I close my eyes to rest I breath you every time And cherish each drop of your flavor I am glad to find a person like you Lovely silence is the most wonderful talk With thedrop of water making a deep sea The flow of wine filled with peace Then may walk death's shadowed ways.