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In times when thoughts and heart are disconnected,

The path is covered in the drizzle.

And feeling of the water droplets misted in the air,

Are medicine for dried tears.

Who’s looking for the solutions of eternal question,

Are fools who’s fighting broken windmills.

The time are sieving through the fingers,

Of those who stuck in memories of past.

The fate is favorable to no one,

And path of loner like fired candle

Determined by the length of fuse.

The life itself is more like Shakespearean novel,

Is full of comedy, the tragedy, romance and lessons.

And yet those stories are not for us to view.

We live our live to outmost.