Where have you been?
Why do you ask?
Because comfort was mine from your absence.
Thus, the answer.
I do not understand why.
Because you live.
You really must, don't you?
The wind has not a character, I have not, my will.
As such a circle life is, that everything in it must play a role, and that role is set to a rhythm.
As clockwise, shape conscious.
Precisely.
But if I accept you, love you... peace be with me.
But?
A restless bargain for with peace, comes the perfect sight, losing judgement, accepting all.
There isn't much fun in that. What's life without the fear of Death? Courage in abundance, wrecking all, experiencing all, greedy with joy, and generous with envy.
All or nothing. Anything else comes regret, and confusion on the discussion of 'balance'.
Meskipun wajahMu dicari, namun tetap cuma yang telah meninggal akan dipenuhi jawapan buat segalanya, kerana mereka akhirnya bersamaMu.
Isn't it strange how a choice determines everything.
It is no stranger then the idea to keep one's mind.
