I hate cloudy skies

今人…

I hate cloudy skies

In the way of smoke interfering with advancing in the head

Even if I pay it or smoke, the smoke goes down only by turning

Please do not make me run lazily

Surrounding my world I can not see even before

White moyamoya will not be sunny Clear me

Even his breath is restricted even to live hard

I am tired of tying up

The ego is about to collapse

                A poet ~ Now person ...