i just like a survival.

we can c the wreckage besides us all around.

wut a fearful mess!

we dont understand.....

i feel grateful to be a survival.

i prefer dying with my own faith....rather than to be a fool...

we have to knw that>

No one will dry ur eyes.

Nobody will think of anyone ... it’s truth....*

and we really dont knw how to introspect....

But everyone cry... we r dying ... shouting ...and disapearing...

just like the fading flowers...

who knws....

who care?.....

the answer is ... nobody will care .

nobody will knw...

i’m so grateful that i’m a survival.*(i thought)..

i love the faith . i love myself. i love everything that i want...

And the wreckage besides me...