My mind runs fast and hot,
as the clock just tik and tok.
The sound drives me sober,
but also makes me weaker.
Assets are robbed by the thieves with heart,
while hopes are stolen by the 'dark'.
Just like a bird withour its wings,
a man withoul the soul.
It is not compete and well,
just like living in the hell.
I am so frank
to say it blank.
The night makes me crazy,
also a little bit sissy.
Just think and cry all 'bright',
reminisice the old 'bright'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The night makes me crazy sometimes.... this is when thoughts are magnified.