What fantasies, ideals and dreams

Thinking about it, I feel that there are so many

I walked blindly among the busy crowd

But I didn’t Change the lonely me

Those worries, distress and boredom

As if holding hands and dancing in front of me

I have forgotten too much in the hallucination of hibernation

I want to run away immediately without letting others know

No one will ever understand my thoughts

Reality is like advertising No taste

Only music is my antidote