Without anyone A stretch of thatch I reach without friends The pounding waves hit me without any friends When I was hit by a beam of light dazzled me without holding anyone's hand I climb every inch of the hill without a tent to shelter I'm walking the slope of love without greetings I explore the depths of the heart only within me I heard the melodious chirping of birds even though it was only frank honesty I found a wave of falsehood I looked at the gaze of lust of lies I don't want to believe ... But... Heart is heart Not the heart or fingers Let it be ... Period and period I reached out, gasping for air I'm used to ... Plant not grow flowers Hoeing is only in the form of rocks Weeding is not just grass Water never download I am used to See the falsehoods between the sparkling lives Contemplating anxiety without an open door Do not know until when?