Punk cats on the Street..

He was on a heated flying pan through his life.

He couldn't bear the endless Heat coming from underneath of his body.

Under his cold expression on his face,

He was always screaming and shouting for his own Sin inside of his heart.

He's always feeling his endless Sorrow inside of his mind.

He never showed it out because it's too painful to know.

and He knew that " Nobody else understands my pain but me.."

However, he was still "looking " for somebody to share his scar

to heal his Wounded Soul with Somebody else.. to sooth " his endless pain "inside of his heart


I could hear your falling rain inside your heart

You were always standing in the middle of pouring rain, just like a cascade of sorrow.

You always bit your lips underneath of your cold expression on you face.

You were longing for someone to come up to feel your pain.

but I was with him.. It was too painful to touch it for me, too..


I cannot carry Two Wounded Heart inside of me..

I know your enormous pain so that I cannot carry yours.

Because my heart is aching, too..


So we both needed someone Like "Him"to heal our wound..

So that maybe you were his friend and I was his girl friend..


A Punk cat who was carrying a same wounds and scars.

I still remember you, standing "alone" on the Footbridge

among the other Stray Cats who lost their "Mothers"..