I am a falling desire, striving for my ray of hope!

Suffocating, suffocating for my lonely guilt….

Broken frame as broken promise!

I never should have been to Paris

Nor should have fallen for that eyes of fire

Nor should have drawn the circle of happiness!

My soul always knew that life is a Yin Yang

Seems balanced, but not balanced!

Paper towns, paper minds

A life, a light!

But seems dar

When dreams become a nightmare!

Time flies into that deadly Yin yang!

As I disappear myself in lap of death angel!

‘Oh, death angel, you love me, right?’

I purged, I baptized.

But…still my soul does the atonement.

The atonement of falling desire.