why do you stand there ?
refuse to come to me ?
is it better there ?
am i standing on a pitiful place ?
no matter how many white clouds up on the sky
i guess the dark night paint them all black
if to cry, eyes turn red, sky turns blood
God is one, but He is like two-faced coin.
getting used to believe He is good, all good.
there will be times I believe I am wrong.
It is not about good or bad,
it is about deserve or not deserve.
she is crying inside, no matter how he is trying to cheer her up
his sounds are just like that penetrates the concrete walls.