Royal Menthol

I was high on the bridge, over the serpent like railway

Trees spread in the melting color, red, yellow, orange red,  beautiful fall

Then I call back ‘the Natural Born Killer’ play,

Feeling so pain coz nobody says a ‘hey’

Being alone is just a preface

Following the scenes one must participate

I say, no, no, no

Trying the Amy Winehouse drunk tune way

Even the suicide intention has disappeared

You know it’s sad that you jump without holding a hand that’ll take you away

Then the train has passed, quickly with a huge ronron noise, like a fashion display

The phone rings, and your parents wait

You say immediately everything’s OK

After 30min reporting, you find hardly which is the right way

To marry, or not to marry, that is the question

Seems so ridiculous, but you have to make them happey

Then you think of the boy you met yesterday

There’s something you always don’t know how to make

No love, no hate

Just he’s the king on his planet of no man, and you’re the rose on your land of no rain

He’ll die of loneliness, while I get the same

Still, still, utopia is the only thing great

At the bottom of the bag, I find the green packet

ROYAL MENTHOL

Which I bought by mistake

A sudden of cool, making dizzy the brain

Finally, tears flow out as a dried river meets a fountain

Yes, you need a good rain

Life continues, offering the cards you have to take

They say ‘Tomorrow is another day’