Feel The Feel
Feel The Feel
Even today I enjoy chess alone,
Don't know why it is, but one thing,
I don't know to trap my hearts and mourn,
Don't want to regret cutting my own wings,
Wounds of my feel give you bless,
Be a rich-poor by my indomitable will,
Heavenly omen fight your stress,
With you a harsh is living with the hill,
No matter I shrink,
I will be free,
If you uprist and drink,
All the sweet drops of my sea,
Till the last judgement when I be posterity,
I help me pray, you against all enmity.