Waiting at the corner,my helding roses on the left side of my hand,where right is waiting for acceptance,sawing the opposition of the destiny

Opposition of the luck,opposition of the nature

Again waiting goes long,still standing like the way before in the silence of an echoes,eclipsing

Roses goes dead,but emotions remained alive

Desire is a lie,I like the lie,keep it up burning up

Make me fool,under an fake smile wasn’t sympathetic,it’s an illusion,or an attempt to sympathy that’s killing died…

I don’t wanna make myself fool anymore

Then I’ll like being honest bad….

“Good ones gone bad

Roses are dead “