Looking at the roses today.. They are getting tired. Many has given up. Regardless how strong the flowers are, there is life in it. If the life in the flower is getting weak, it will rather give up. Another day of life meanings nothing...

Lying on the bed... With lots of memories flashing in mind my, my tears just automatical rolling down. Me crying here, he is having fun out there. How unfair world could this be. The choice is urs... I can choose a better life.