Pouring down the rain becomes instinct.
Being overwhelmed by the torture of bailing out from your mistake.
Continuing the term of life that streams in your palm.
Yielding the power to contrast and to handle a simple life.
Your grasp of your breath hypnotizes me.
I loosen myself to you as a rag doll to cheer you up.
I undid my binding from typical sticky situation as a young men.
Even though you shoot your eyes on me.
My forbidden past unleashes its wrath towards me, sinking me dead.
Showing no mercy, I fight for my sickness, love, and education.