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Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Heal Me, Rain

I look at the rain, they look back at me.
They fall quickly, but make my soul flatter gently.
Their sound are all silent, until the wind make them sing.

Ah my friends, the jewels ‎of thousands clouds.
Come to me, brace this poor and dry soul gently.
Let me hear the eternal song which heal the broken-hearted past.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Sweet Moonlight

Why the color of the night painted black? Why the air feels colder? That's all so we can tasted the sweet of the moonlight my friend.

Comes and goes, each story leaving the bed alone with only a single blanket, so do the stars make themselves leave the moonlight with the night so we can savor ‎the sweet of the moonlight. 

So have you feel the sweet moonlight my friend?

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

Create Hell to Avoid Hell

Human... Such a questionable create. They have turned the world into a living hell, while in the same time yell to others to repent themselves to avoid Hell when the judgement day comes.