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