Don't like still life,
That flowers dead,
Were cuted by knife,
No beauty, just sad.
Don't trust the river,
It's like dead,
Has its beginning
And its end.
Don't trust the rain,
Its cry is fake.
Sometimes it grins
Through sunlight's ache.
Don't wait for love-
Too long deception,
Pain from above
With cruel action.
Don't tell me word,
You are narcissistic.
In selfish world,
You feel artistic!!