Bell Sound

Bell sound seems like waterfall Fall from wood stick My dream is your way of crossbow in the sky I have the dream that cross cobweb from you My dreaming hair, like all floodwater fall Is your caught unawares In the meanwhile Don't awake me rashly I will angry easily Won’t good at "I am sorry". Ask me for that I will say : “To wait who would like to wait !” The bell sound is ringing , people who hided its mind To knock the mood into wood strick then trembling.