IamaBatman

The　bright　moon　in　the　hometown

So　charming　at　this　moment

Surfing　emotion　trickle　into　the　surging　torrent,　as　firm　as　a　rock

Against　the　strong　wind　and　heavy　rain

The　grief　passes　through　the　heart

And　becomes　crusted　and　blood　trace　in　the　fundus　forever

Efforts　and　confusion　sleeplessly

Choice,　ridicule　loss　again　and　again

Pain　hidden　behind　the　smile

Haemophilus,　secretly　sad

Missing　and　memory,　are　roses　with　thorns

Stationed　in　my　heart,　and　give　birth　to

Fain　resentment,　without　regret

Heaven　heavily　oppresses　a　skull

Lips　is　trembling,　how　to　stand　this　feeling

Calmness　and　perseverance　are　mask　of　White　Nights

I　am　a　Batman　under　the　mask　in　vain