The sky is always cloudy at this time
Crying for happiness or creating happiness
What makes me confused even if I decide what to do
especially when a sense of longing comes to say hello
Sometimes I'm too proud
When nature introduced me to sadness
I run to choose happiness
Without wanting to go back, accompanying sad greetings
Sometimes I'm too scared
When the universe taught me the authenticity of love
I hid choosing longing. No greeting, no word
Because I'm afraid it will only introduce the pain of love
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15 January 2015
