There’s no faith can keep all of the fairy tales in every scene,
There’s no shadow in asylums can be safe enough for souls,
There’s no birthday can drop permanent happiness in these dreams,
Thanks to acting, man lives in a drama, which is good, or foul.
Some people are for the liberty, and some for the evil,
Man’s heart, in some cases, is benevolent, or merciless,
Some life lines may be vertical, and some may horizontal,
Man’s passions can be useful to some extent, or be worthless.
A bag, your transcript, a job, your salary, a family,
A house, your broken clock, a book, without the turning pages,
A window, your memory, a helpless heart, your hopelessness,
A sunshine, a smile, a flower, a redemption, your destiny.
Beauty of life, love from your loved ones, and strangers you have met,
Sad moments, miracles that have happened meant nothing to the world,
Even nothing to the river of life, just sand that you’ve held,
After a while, vanished with water. The pain, you will forget.
Living a life with puzzles at the beginning, and at the end,
Why some people seek answers, others choose to make their eyes blind?
Are we living just for pleasure, or for reasons yet unknown?
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