Me....

I want to be like those who always perfect feel beautiful.
I want to be like they were always accompanied by fragrant flowers that bloom.

I try to survive in solitude to live every twists of life.
though I know all of this heavy, sore and can no longer be described with words.

I tossed around at sea off the search for the best path that never found.
just friends pounding waves, floats and I do not know when I'm stranded.

as time goes by I'm getting tired, I'm just waiting for the time made ​​me go.
so that no more people who see the crazy man who continues to regret his existence in the world.