Long Beach, CA

Look at this,

Once the sunny city disguises in rain.

And I guess, it's that time of year 

Dreams are trapped in oblivion.

Better just glom on to,

The idea of a better day.

So many violence that occured,

Had painted your face red.

I told my friends,

Soon we will get out of this place.

If the spring doesn't make us bloom, 

It's worthless to stay.

We spend the summer hating on the cold, 

Wishing that the aumtum can dress our lives in gold.

But the pain always follows,

No matter where time drives us to.

How pathetic was me,

Always show off as disturbtion in peace.

Swore all the nuisance like

Dead leaves stacking on the streets.

The feeling of my hands on the papers,

There's not a moment I don't miss.

Biting all my fingers like a disease,

Until I can smell the iron taste.

How come we never hear 

What's our true voice when we sing?

Certainty means nothing,

If doubts never exist.

I think I can learn to live with them,

If in time they never fade.

Burn this city with fire,

So we can revive from the ashes.