Journalist

This is just another drawing when the night falls,

Trapped in the dark, like a driftwood,

I’m drifting and wandering in the memory so deeply and badly,

to somewhere far beneath the earth’s core that no one can company,

to someplace far beyond the chart that no compass can lead,

to a place that my sense is so drowned that I can miss you and vision you,

Crazily, insanely and stronly to love you and dump you in the deep sea for the one last time, 

Today is just another day of missing, and another day of drowning,

when the night falls…