It came without no sign
It came without no sound
It came without no warning
It came without no protection
To eyes shall it begin?
To ears shall it starting?
To mind shall it remind?
To heart shall it deliver?
Then why the weird feeling coming? Through night and silence dream... passing through the darkness moment... trying to figure out where it showing the truth? It is reality or fantasy of helpless regret? In a meantime where all are gone... so cloudy and temper second... to whom shall it be blame? for nothing or something hoping... wishing all going to be pure... praying everything going to be nice and tender... a feeling where can't be express by pretending... true deep meaningful feeling... what a silky gift...~
