Tired
The bone bully began to feel.
The soft mattress becomes the throne.
Crush the body in sin.
Slowly subjugate the net.
Daily routines reap exhausted.
Sometimes birth feelings are embarrassed.
Breathe out.
Spend half a liter of water.
Caught in the game world.
With a tempting form.
Make sentient beings lulled.
Except beings close to Him.
In the night cavalry I pray.
In order to patiently embrace the tiredness of the soul.
Preach happy in the morning blind.
Wash away the pain with the lamp.