Schwarzschild Drainhole

take all you need dont stay with me dont let my sorrow cover your heart 

 It killed my conscious, without a whisper

 like what you did.

 all my disk has  told me dont trust the mirror that  we called others,

 it ruined all colors, with the possibility

 cross the solar to somewhere else,

 we can see the pix 

 of the milky  neon  space,

 like what we said.

 when i was young dream a dream,

 bring the jupiter home,

 I will find out why so quick I passed away.