When the sun fall,
The sky become grey.
Then the air become cold,
Like a heart become fast.
While sitting and writing,
There is one momment to be stoped and think.
Many people around me,
Waving and smiling like there is nothing.
Say a word while smiling,
That simple word is hello.
One hand shake mine,
Another hand grab a knife.
Put a shield with double wood,
Like there is a endless war.
When the knife can’t hurt,
They have a axe to cut the wood.
A shield gone and they’re near,
You are standing and not scare.
When they touch your body,
You still silent ’till it burn.
Then they scream and counter,
They throw a wood and make you’re bigger.
Without they realize, you’re a flame.
You burn they all like a chic in oven.
