For a moment it looked like a familiar place

Blink of the eyes and suddenly turned into a blaze

From a distance there was a familiar face

But disappeared within the haze

Turned around got caught in the race

To survive and escape from a maze

Thinking hard trying to retrace

How'd it end up in such a craze

Right before getting hit by a striking mace

Awakened in such shock and amaze

Been an episode that's hard to tell

Slowly crawling out from the shell

Took a breath but it's a different smell

Perhaps been too comfortable in that cell

Only hitting rock bottom of the well

May not realize that one did fell

Some define as under a curse or spell

Others just call it a visit to hell

Whatever it's called doesn't really sell

In the end who gets to ring the bell

Double the size of one's head

The only color one sees is red

Surrounded by the walking dead

Stop dreaming and get outta bed

When things get too close for comfort

One becomes resistant to change or revert

Reaching a point where there's no effort

To even ponder about whether to divert

Any encounters with the slightest discomfort

The only thought in mind is to avert

Created the same but much of a difference

With varied levels of self resilience

But sometimes marred by irreverence

Losing sense of one's conscience

Deriving conclusions from inference

The result of another learning experience

Vulnerable creatures of reference

We are after all our own audience

当时年幼不懂事

常被您责备多次

却固执继续惹事

让您失望太多次

如今您已经过世

只能在此赔不是

感谢容忍我放肆

教导我走对方式

十四年前的今日

是我最后的一次

与您一起过生日

爸爸生日快乐！

The darkness rises without a trace

Strikes unknowingly right in the face

As things begin to fall out of place

Losing sense of balance and pace

A realization that one has fallen from grace

Life of a teardrop

Congregated in a procession

Welled up like a puddle at first

As it accumulated into a pond

Like a mug filled right to the brim

It finally sets itself free

As it trickled along new ground

And burst into particles in the air

虽然没有办法说得出口

只能够静静在心里怒吼

有时真的很想伸出援手

却因情况只能默默私守

人生的道路是美还是丑

仍然还是要继续往前走

The doors seem shut and tight

With walls beyond common height

No cracks or seams within sight

Impenetrable to the slightest gleam of light

At times we find ourselves in certain plight

And create barriers to avoid the fight

Protecting ourselves with might

While searching what is deemed right

Maybe...maybe just tonight

Let in the light and make it all bright

Perhaps everything will eventually take flight