About A Lost

mixing the day itself arrived, 1 day with the orange-colored night sky sky. Is there also one among my choice? while you laugh. The miracles of the sun are more and more reluctant to clean together a smile of your smile that I admit.
Go!
Very necessary if there is still a wound, no need to survive if there is still much love. But why am I still hurt when there is still happiness? I understand, grasping a heart that I no longer repeat and grasping a finger that you can no longer bear the wound. It's about a choice, About omission or loss. and I became the toughest of the day.