Heavenly scent, sweet nectar of desires. Aromatic honey bringing delight to the brink of despair.
The race of life, away from me, treading the road. Life's meaning will be transformed into a virgin field.
The future's never certain, its value is in teardrops bursting the mountains and hills. With but a harmless glare so easily roused like a flash of light sparkling in the sky.
How far can we go? I wish to shout, but my voice is hoarse.



