The place I eat dirt

You are an orphan.
All deputy deprive your happiness.
The depth of unhapiness  scares you.

A place of happy remembrance is far away.
The place you eat dirt is white.
We go white with fear.
In white tent we go white with fear.

We are an orphan.　　
We don't know why our face marked with grief.
The time we eat dirt is white.
We want to be whiter than white.

All deputy deprive our happiness.
The depth of unhapiness  scares us.

16:44 2010/04/15 Thursday