in a state where flowers bloom and dead leaves were swept by the wind,
there i was.
sunken in midst of thoughts.
accompanied by the mysterious nightingale that fills the cold air.
pardon me,please,sir.
breath me some new air.
crack me some jokes.
whistle loud in the darkest of night so i can be wide awake,again.
dont shriek nor screech.
either way,it'll find failure to succumb the valor i made.
restart your game anew.so i can play along.
i know the victory's mine.