Something to tell the true, I have no idea about this one. Maybe some will tell me how I’m supposed to say about this agenda.
A house needs a wing to fly. A wing needs two strong hands to hold. Two hands require more times to learn how life will undergo another life. People assume that we’ve never made it. But is it just a plan? No matter how hard you try to reach it, then to cry and laugh on it. Don’t you know, just a few can feel they can miss those all the paradise. Seeing and going wherever they are, feel the darkness and some cheerful day and night all a long. There’s no way to go, but there’s still silk pull which can move you up and down.
Long road, is there? Short road, whose know? Who’s damn care with that road? Whose know where and when we grown up? Do we the same? Does you feel what deep down inside? Guide me through the light, Sun’s life, Moon in the morning. We just begin.
