Gray on the Eastern Horizon

Making the Concecuance

I dare to face it by myself. Needing someone is useless. Why can it be useless? They just knowing, not contributing.

Feeling blue when I know the fact that it's not meet my expectation. But I know. Why the earth is round? Because it's the destiny. It's like what happens in my life.

I don't give up. Just complaining to my self.

Gray on the Eastern Horizon

There are always the opposites

Between black and white

The two colors

Can never be put together, yet too beautiful to be combined

Crying in the middle of night

Arguing with God

Bargaining my part in this earth

And it's nil

I can't compare my life with others

But I can judge others' life

Giving something that they don't have

To make a good relation

Raining in the morning

Leaving the dew

That hang on the clothesline

The crystal clear is a choice

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