The Master of Night
Lock the door, close the WiFi,
Telephone and the Internet
In the dark night, I lay in bed
The subconscious in the daytimes get released,
Allowing Heaven, Land, and Desires all come back
To fulfill the reality of an ideal life
For a long time, I have been becoming nostalgia
To the nights, as if I had become the Lord of the dark,
Or the King of the world
However, It should be said that the survival competition
As fighting in the sun made me feel cruel and ridiculous
The greedy scramble simply for the sake of reproduction
And the gain of wealth and sex should not be recognized
Either holy or glory
Since I had seen the dust rolling over on the earth
I would have decided to put my body in the night
and to Send my soul to heaven
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