they said in the end we’re all alone no matter how the graveyard filled with tombstones.
as for me,
the road i take is a path to the cemetery where all trees are lining together, but all of them seemed solely stand.
so here i am all alone.
no longer afraid of loneliness, just need to be more cautious,
circumstances are getting cold, thick snow might hide some pits,
keeping myself warm, cling onto this so called faith,
Thanks, i guess.
for making me has no option but being strong.