light will not always full with good spirits. 

it also carries some dusty sparkle to complete it. 

from dark become bright. 

from pathetic to lost. 

she wrote this to complete the lost path. 

and expected a little light to serene the gloomiest. 

not brave enough to say no, not brave enough to escape the mist. 

but after all, no one wants to live with a beast. 

cause its just only in a fairytale myth. 

and no one wants to live in a moon. yet, they still need the afternoon. 

surprisingly, life can be so tricky. 

not always good or bad, but sometimes it turns you on. 

doesn’t she cover herself with a mask? and no one knows the inside of the little heart. 

it searches for the rotter endocardium, to shatter it. 

though, it was never found. cause heart wants what it wants.