Late in Nitez...
Alone in Nitez..
With d Computer infront>.<
N d beloved Violin aside~
But, it neither save me,
From d Hell of Loneliness...
Nor heal me,
From d Ill of Work...
~Alone with d computer,
~with d sound of keyboard,
~that obviously fingered by my hands....
~Unstoppable Owning d surroundings....
~Forest of Boredom had came to me now...
~Hunger of me......omg~!