Look, clouds are not the shape I want,
Looking at the sun that is no longer warm.
That grumpy Moussa was very angry with me,
Finally, I didn't even think about the sky.
Clear blue.
The grass is laughing. I am not as strong as it is.
Flowers smile and sway at others,
I looked at passers-by coldly and smiled like a puppet.
Can't live the color of life,
That's the imagination of nature,
What right do you have to ask others to be colorful, and you only have black and white?
Hate yourself for being weak and not telling the truth,
Why do adults always lie,
I don't want to grow up.
I lost myself and became like them.
Kicking the stone step by step,
I hold loneliness.
Walking gloomily in the forest path.