memory of my past,
like a park full with blooming flowers,
never visits by sadness.
i thought all of this will last,
i'm wrong, totally wrong!
flowers will not bloom forever,
sun will not shines every time,
happy will fade with time.
this is the cruelty of life,
no one can run,
no one want to stay,
nothing to be endure,
who dares to adore it?
even tough man becomes like a jelly,
even a rock will breaks.
this is what life really is about..
maybe we can call it the sweetness of life..
purely made by: MyraChaeril