They say it is just a sickness that everyone get through once.
Why am I here? Why am I alive? Who am I?
It's a question that has no answer, and
it is no use thinking about it so deep.
but, I think one more time.
Hey, is it true?
There is many things all around the world.
Some is beautiful, another is ugly,
but everything has a reasons for being.
Therefore we all live, to find it.
It's a jerney to the destination we can't perceive.
next.