Emperor. All over the world
I, like the emperor, the sovereign descends the world.
My world, is a piece of graveyard.
Want, make oneself drunk only, but seem, have function, wine large and the more sober.
Look far into the distance, that graveyard is vast and vast. Been covered with greyish black ice-cold tombstones, that is my friend, it is very good to be very good, very cordial friend, he is - -Failure. I feel each time he will not come, however, he can always catch the last bus, then stand at my side and is facing toward me and smile, very pleasant!
The same name, the different tombstone.
The person knowing or contacting me in everything seems, I am that kind of person who can decide one's own destiny. Self-confident and strong. But nobody sees what kind of under that false coat is helpless and cowardly: The teasing of destiny: The inanition of soul: The depression of spirit: Torment of the human body. All are into so natural my life of coming.
The person without oneself is a dead-alive person, have the honor very much I am.
Once so diligent, in order to prove my existence, declared me useful to all people, it is not a dead-alive person. However, destiny has taken me and driven a big joke, the failure many times, standing up many times, this time, do not know how long I can also prop up
It was very slow that the failure came, do not think each time he will come, will see his smile. At that time, too deep for tears, he glued it under my foot just like shade, it was really unable to let him leave away.
At that time, my efforts and goal went with the wind as equally like the cigarette, without a trace. On a word in the heart: Have chosen, not repentant!
I know cheat oneself, but destiny deceive I never, let I seeing, failing those bloody corpsing sober each time, I do not surrender but will accept, bury him well, resume. On my world, the full such a tombstone of tree, like woods, demonstrate vitality.
I owner such as one king of graveyard, sweep all once, brilliant, there is only a black one slice, cover the sky and the earth to me to press over, let me be unable to breathe.
The characters are my only release, and the painful source too. If does not know the meaning of the life, does not know what is happy. Then, I will not be in pain at least, it is natural not to succeed, but does not fail. Because in that graveyard, has buried my dreaming of more or less and energies, the tear and youth of flooding me slowly quietly of river which the sweat converge into. Shout loudly, scream aloud, but has not responded. Because only I am the only person who grows in that world, and the rest, all tombstones
In the forest that fails, there are countless small grasses. That is a successful seedling, my meticulous cultivation, does not miss any chance. I know, one day in the future, I will cultivate him into reaching to the sky on a big tree, at that time, will enjoy the coal under the tree in all tombstones, and it is the successful tree to give them a happy one.
That tree, it was I that planted.
The society is calm, learn to accept. There is one day, when I can not prop up, I can stand in the terminal point of the life, the silent one waits for the new beginning, perhaps will cry, but tear has not let me cry yet
Pain can reveal, I hope it is the tearing of a heart, only like that while having many kinds of methods, all right pain penetrates even into the marrow.
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