keeping my conscious to unconsciously differentiate myself.

the quietness of the night
is keeping my conscious
to unconsciously differentiate myself.
i danced, i scream, i laugh, i cry
and i am me...

there is only one pure solitude

at anywhere i go,
there is no such a festive circumstance.
there is only one pure solitude,

the unspoken repress every inch of my sense

when i couldn't describe the color of the rain
and the smell of the rainbow
i become numb and mute,
the unspoken repress every inch of my sense
....