Sickness

Little sickness is a kind of happiness
It is because people always forgotten
Forgot we live in this chemical world
Nothing in hand after we decomposed

Equivalent exchange is the golden rule

What you get, somehow what you lose

To see what you have is meaningless
Treasure it or let it go, choice in your hand
Dizzy feeling make me want to vomit
Drowsily fainting drove me to write what I think

Virus in my head destroy everything
Take the drug and find a bed to sleep
Taste the pain and dream in a dream
Ought to be fine after I wake up again