grey

2 01 2009

we’re heading to East when all in grey

thinking about life and death

we couldn’t reach the funeral

death.

the only reason why we live

suddenly everything seems…in order.

very ordinary orders.

like concequences.

no more such drama feeling “i am old”

life is always beautiful.

even when everything is nothing but grey

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