when there is only money left in this world
grab more so that there r more to burn in the winter
order the kings n queens to make the bed
then bury yrself in thousands of washington's head
enjoy the security offer by heaps of paper
wt can u get
wt is greed when the only thing left in skull is money itself
is money itself
when there is only moeny left
i couldnt resist

u can only think of sth when u r thinkin of sth else

the waves keep crushing onto my shores, it's already 2 in the morning.

just when i believed my sea has dried up, the pounding of my heart told me it isnt.

how long it had been since my last crest broke? dare not to think too much

jump into it n drown myself in this summer breeze

closes the door. the tick of the lock would be the last thing ian could recall before dawn.

the inescapable but distant tumult in the street comforted ian by letting him to neglect his immediate n genuine one.

once retreated himself into the serenity of his territory, rumble down ian's belly has never been so allied w/ his head.

w/ all his might, ian tried to end the turbulence by making an ever furious one.

but wt if the greatest melancholy is form his guts but not the unrest initiated?

how gd is a man if he is allergic to himself?

風雨欲禁止我的離去，可時間已先行一步。空間即將崩壞，重重壓住每個罪人，縱身旁還是如斯空虛。橫跨了一光年的鴻溝，縰有隨意門又可追回甚麼？你只看到我背影，我只遙望遠遠的無晝無盡，而這無晝盡的也快找著你。  瞥見水蒸氣掙脫重回天間，心中暗咐上天已按動我的計時器。回望背影，冀望視線可會再觸碰從前的碎片，找到個蔽身所？如若碎片不致致命… 我想多了。 暗雲蔽了北國的整片天。當地人驚異天上異像，一位先生於新聞中透露。 是的。愛爾蘭世紀以來沒有閃電。

風雨欲禁止我的離去，正好我也要好好牢記這異鄉、這浮雲、這流水、這莊園、這公路、這格格不入的小子。顫動的事物融為了一個獨有畫面，被繪在昨日一層又一層的印像的上面，結果是各人迴異的記億，回憶的生成就是這麼粗魯。我深知這異鄉、這浮雲、這流水、這莊園、這公路終要褪到心深處，不是給拭去，但消失於畫布上。

水蒸氣成雲，雲落下，雨過天晴，晴天伴隨川流。自然定律就是這麼一回事。  我回望背影看見你，你的視線穿透我身，掃視遙遠的喜與悲，我也走不出無晝盡的蒼白。