Miss

Every quiet,

Each of our own ...

Every cold,

No wind blow ...

The ceiling is not glowing,

Clutching it with a dense fog ...

No longer can wriggle,

Still can not dodge

... without any despair,

Because there is no more ... Even a pinch of grass to be a handle

Until there is no dream,

No more love and love

Maybe that's hopeless ...

But still not felt

Suddenly I saw the figure ...

The figure I've been longing for

So long he disappeared ...

Until I replaces the throne

Continued the spirit, to save the story

In agitated ...

In regret ...

come with smile,

As if embracing the haze that is cold

I miss ...

I miss ...

Not feel, Until dripping tears

Congratulations,

You're still the same

Past and present ...

Comes momentarily...But always bring the spirit

Keep your dream successor

Showing direction...which is blurred by the fog

Always remember it about hope

I still miss ...

I still miss

And I will never lose my spirit