I was aghast, 
And it makes me typing, 
The fingers are dancing on the keyboard.  
Oh, It's not the things that I wanted to type.
So do the heart, 
I tend to do unwanted things, 
that the heart will never wanted. 

For a second, 
I thought the life was rooting on me, 
So, I emblazoned the memories,
For it clearly to be seen, 
For the mind to remember. 

But in a second, 
I am not happy. 
It makes me alarm.