I

in times of change

pseudo life becomes immortal

the world will be re-occupied

here I see a pseudo earth

full of seductive actions

time goes by and passes

every second I feel the salt

which makes the heart growled

will be a sharp reproach

like garbage

which is always ignored

I'm really very tired

my time is filled with difficulty

Every time I wait for His presence

who will judge the world

this time will laugh

when the pigeon fell to Heaven

to the real time