Ranger

Wondering in this cold,

I'd believe it's my world.

For fearing the death coming upon

Silently,without telling the friends old.

Having pretended to be bold,

let the darkness lonely long time flow.

My mysterious dear,you may in ya mind clear.

I'm waiting for

you.

The ground,often walking around.

Spiraling the sprawls.

I won't leave.

Coz,someone might know.