23:32 by jala

At that moment, a painting was drawn At that moment I thought of turning it into a picture of myself from the whole life I spent and spent. The time has reached 2332 I started again because all I knew was to rely on myself And pull myself out I was dumb and when I felt I was only 10 years old I thought of suicide It was 23:32 then, but I always bury the past and still want to build with it The real gangster wants shade and comfort, not injustice The real gunman shoots spontaneously because of the black Being dumb does not make one build and nurture Who is the real gangster?