f.r.i.e.n.d.s

i think i don't have friends

tons of people coming into my life and goes away

round and round and round again and again and again

but no one stay

Habitual

along the river grasses grown

along the river water glided

along the river misty life begun

the mist that is so foggy that life seems to be the blind side of mine

i'm disappointed i'm upset i'm lost