North Aurora

North Aurora..., how's beauty flows onto your river
fill me in with your graceness, a long way to get down under again

North Aurora..., waiting for the wind brought me some illness

My bedsheet is an empty place i die in it. Nothing right or wrong, just illusion i dreamed about.

Incinerate!!!

just like the match you strike to incinerate every soul you've met, that's what you are in mind.
burn me every rhyme you sing n I die to get it again.
it's sound phatetic for me, she flew away with new hope, I'll die here in my bed with mind full of riddle!