I likely am a dog
Waits for love bone
Drools your appearance
Never gives up
You likely is a dog
Swallows man’s fond dream
Has looked your human
The heart is pulled out spatially
Stands in the desire street
We are the same ugliness
Struggles badly beaten wants to hold you
You likely is a fire
Scorches my passion to be indulged
That night time lets loose your acting with constraint shackles

I look like an injured dog
Tibet is at the crowd behind
But you forever do not evade
My greedy eye pupil