My Mood,
Some time likes a wood
the wood
sometime, makes us feel tired
The wood
sometime, make us feel warmth
My Mood,
sometime Likes the lights of moon
The lights of moon,
sometime,
cover all the rooms
sometime,
take the lights of our rooms
Our rooms, sometime open thier doors for any one
at this case, that open doors take everyone to your own paradise
AFTER THAT, THAT open doors destroy you
THEN kill the trust of your own thoughts
Our rooms, sometime close thier doors infront of Everyone
at this case, that closed doors make everyone fear-
that RED line of your Own thoughts
so EVERYONE prefers to be far from You, not close to you
NOw, you count people that entered
The open and closed doors
BUT, because of your good heart, you don't have anyone from closed doors
but you have many Enemies from that open doors
MmM, I don't want to be myself
I want to be like enemies that still destroy my health
Uh, My mood I will be like a wood NOT like a moon
Not like any wood, Just like the first type of wood
and the evil mood of moon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem