Wide eye lanterns that look at all the circumstances in the world yard. Only visible flower that attract the attention of its beauty is very interesting and beautiful. Given the beautiful memory of the dark past but full of meaning. The wind blows, The flower stalk shakes a big mistake that has happened in the past.
Beautiful flowers but destroyed, already dreams that want to achieve it. All lost was swallowed along with the sinking of the sun that shone on the earth. Man's mistakes will lead to the path of hell as accountability of their actions. Yet the water-water wants to shout must be emptied where because it is like flutter without direction.
It's too late. Now only regret that takes away hope for the hope that makes
step stopped. A road without direction that made this self strayed endless. Shortness of breath stung in the chest to make this body unable to move again. Until the eyes of the wind do not know anymore direction. Drifted in the ocean of the Indian Ocean.
Flowers, only you who understand the sorrow story that I experienced during this time. I do not know what to do anyway, I do not know how to fix it. All I want is to live like a flower in the garden of heaven.
