Exhaustion is exhaustive My mind is in a prison, I am independent in the eyes of society. A defeated soldier in my own eyes, I have no good evil in my hands. Today, my own will depends on the willingness of others, What did I think, Did I know. This is the story of a prisoner's life, This is my writing today, Exhaustion is exhaustive in all mixes!! I think maybe one day I will see the light of the new day, The tide will come in its turbulent moment, But dreams are selfish. From a distance, like a rustle, At midnight dog's roar flies, With the roar of my silent mind. No one can take a defeated soldier of their own, No one will understand this dreamer one-day. Thousands of events will be gone, In the middle of it and lies in the soil tomb. By Fluffy Panda
