In the land of Neverbelieve, I gaze at the strong, shining stars as they observe the earth below.
In the land of Neverbelieve, The sorrowful sadness shadowing me, felt as if a million knives were piercing my fragile heart in the midnight sky.
In the land of Neverbelieve, the two opposites, as different as black and white, stare in disbelief at the horrifying sight.
In the land of Neverbelieve, the tense silence reverberated throughout the abandoned, ancient town, hoping for a sound to reply.
In the land of Neverbelieve, the meaning of life and death has always haunted me like lost spirits tracking my life.
In the land of Neverbelieve, the ticking clock leisurely becomes louder and echoes in my ear as I Perch waiting impatiently on my comfortable bed.