The life always goes on its way.
We cannot control it. It is going by itself.
We are just on flow of the stream.
We could steer ourselves, but just a little, just a while…
How much I wish, if I could control the life…
I cannot do it.
I’m just ride the stream…
Just on the way to sea.
Sometimes I can see stones, fishes, flowers and other stream.
But it is no longer… Just a moment.
They come here suddenly, and they leave soon.
We need to go to sea, even if we have a lot of farewell.
…
Anyway, there is new crossing.
…
And also new farewell…
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