Broken Poetry
Imagine a beautiful valley on fire
Innocent soil erodes and the flames get higher
The wild leaves burn while the wise branches retire
Raining throughout the season but now the sky is no crier

Can feel all the cherished happiness die
As the yellow picture is saying goodbye
Inexperienced sorry, this is my first time

This heart is stuck dreaming
While hope be leaving as my mind is believing
That fear is only breeding
My existence keeps on fading
Because the Artist is no more detailing

So the fear grows
But the wind blows
The rivers flow
But my journey slows

The broken records are still music to my ears
But the missed missing parts aren't over here
The blue leaves me to face the black symbol
As I see the fire wrinkle
This was my fate since the little star twinkled