when open eyes, you will realize nothing really with us.

Nothing comes along with us in the very end; even good, bad, success, failure.

All of that will eventaully go other way.

So why we so dear of that?

I don’t know, cause even I know all that; I cannot let go.

May be, I am too weak; too weak to accept the truth.

Too weak to let go.

Too weak to accept that, it’s always like this.

All of the time passed all wil be.