Beast

Beast

Past and tomorrow are plunge in current and the voice are too many;
Burden the body till it near slipped to the base;
I hold on the bridge (Its fragile), we need a rope, our backyard we must see; (Its haven’t well
     Done yet)
Plant a wish in flowers and shall it be no worry.

I see throns from the face of lips appear;
Sharpen nail paw the purity;
And wound relapse to the heart in every;
But I still seek for brightness as it white as unborn daughter.

The unfilled in mine heart create an alley to cage the butterfly;
An arctic creature who ever not feel the summer gay;
there’ll be assist in the edge, how come if my body too weight;
the choke of mine nervous to you, to your sight.

Kill the beast for joy await upon yonder;
Stand on the hill, bold and invisible to thunder;
It shall be seen, the meadows are fine;
Now down from the hill, the mist gradually shine.