R h y t h m - L i f e

while looking back to her unfulfilled dreams

She thought...

Is she the only one? or 

she has friends under this vast roof we called "sky".

looking up when she murmured 

She heard a soft echo coming down from heaven 

"Life is a hut, a dream is a mud, rain is hope.."

sometimes she finds it easier sometimes hard

sometimes she feels happy sometimes sad

sometimes I am being loved sometimes they hate.

perhaps this is the rhythm of a beautiful song we name "Life".




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