Should I?
Things fly away,
they fly here and there
and everything stills in its own way.
It's really uncertain...
as my face will be,
as the time shall be,
as hands should act.
People doesn't like mirrors,
neither their own picture
and I think that that is a really sad fact.
It's sad not to feel the cold breeze.
Should I?
Keep in silence
as the willow remains.
