Don’t Believe Me

I don’t want to hit the sack

Even though the immunity substance starts secreting

from the midnight around of at 11 PM

The midnight tranquility that I like the most

The moment nobody bothers me

Neither do I like the money nor honor

I want no money, nor fame

But the calm of the midnight

I feel happy

While wandering about the silent space to look for beauty forgetting the bitter reality

The good old days

Countless beautiful memories hidden in crevice no one could find

At the moment of the whole universe is in deep sleep

I can’t be happier while looking back the past one by one

So I wanna stay awake

Most of people may long for tangible things

But mine stays in the fantasy world

Tonight I am weeping and laughing on the drawing board I drew

When weeping, there’s no one who wipes out my eyes

When laughing, there’s no one who would laugh together

It’s the desolate space that I like the most

That is my cozy cradle

What would be my next dream?

Would it be for a pioneering one or a finalizing one

The twilight horizon that quietly approaches that was hidden by the heat shimmer

I am standing in front of it

I wanted to end my life vanishing like a dust

But, plainly for my own sake, wanted to live enjoying a pastoral life

Then, what a fiasco this is!

Well, you guys,

Sock it to me