The Secret
Bitterザシークレットビター
i struggled to realize prayer in reality.
god does not notice me.
even if i cry in a voice
not to carry many times,
it cannot become words..
mainly the wish that form does not
have undermines me.
where should i have stopped it?
though i looked back,
my story did not have the intermission.
on the other side of the door ,
another scenery is not loaded.
when somebody
grieved over own helpless,
i finally noticed that my life was over.
what should i have done..?
