will everything be remembered or drift away waves
It may even be buried by time and circumstances.
In my heart, will remain a reminiscence. Time has led us to a point of understanding that in this world nothing is eternal. It's time to walk by yourself following the predetermined destiny in different space and time. When togetherness becomes rare when laughter is so precious. Hopefully time does not make forget, that all have a story.
Now it is just the sheets and debris of memories that are spreading in my heart, and my mind and I will end it all with a worn gray album also a teardrop that falls in each of those memories.
The smile froze in the dark dark night. The crying dissolved in the despair of the sea of night. As if to tell, this is the trace that must be taken. Can I pass through a sandstorm, I can forget the beauty of dream charm, can I step foot through the core of the earth's core, can I immerse the loneliness in the dark sea,
I could restrain myself in the cold wind of snow.
I'm accustomed to myself, going through every scene of life that is not certain to lead me to what direction and purpose? What should I ask? To whom should I ask this? All mixed in my mind, made me uncertain and did not know where the purpose took me away.
Each of my solitude, I felt the pain so deep that I felt my head almost explode and like I was locked in an empty room. What am I feeling? What kind of pain is this? No trace but pain as a pain that I can not reveal. I felt so sick but it looked nothing like I was feeling it. The strange pain is to feel the pain of living day by day alone.
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