So the revolving world of it is like a fallen leaves slowly dropping in chill afternoon remembering every lonely night we pace in realizing that this reality that we are in different world that life had givin to us so as I remember you in different ways...every moment every second in every tears that we shared in every difficult situation in every unreasonable question that remain answer cause I know it was hurtful to talk about...but in the end I wonder..in a coldest feelings I could get to understand the question to be heard. I bare the consequences in listening those harsh i 've ask.
