When Soul Is Playing Dead

When Soul Is Playing Dead By James Tian 诵读：读诗怡人 Time exchanged myself, Follow the rules more, Instead of being more. Like a leaf praying for spring, Defended the meaning from chart, The sense is part of all. Eyes can be numb, But the heart cannot be idle. Feeling is always the embodiment of loneliness, Guiding every living keyboard. When soul is playing dead, Where will our roads lead? The undead spirit has a dead face, When can the lost reason find its lodge? Who is the last loser? We can't wake a person, Who is pretending to be asleep, Just hope that one, Won’t deduce the sham to the top.