Craft

Ортиков Диёр
I trust my heart
Even though there is no truth.
Fall apart,
But remember,there is nobody to accuse.
I am confused with every step.
How can I be cured
To get rid of this fascinating web?
No joking
Has left.
So annoying!
But this is my craft.
There can still be a chance
To take my own choice.
The only thing to help me is hopeful glance
To my inner voice.