Blossoms are shining at the sunlight.

While nightingales are singing at the moonlight.

A scream can interrupt the beautiful illusion.

Where was everyone?

You feel pride.

I feel sad.

A touch was pure hatred.

The eyes was pure miserable.

The dawn is near.

Sunlight gone.

Let me see the birds.

There might be a way.

A way through hatred.

You walk.

You run.

You take a car.

But where was the road.

That I have been looking for?

His smile was evil.

A demon who was here to take me away.

Listen to the cry's of the angel.

Why was the angel crying?

The time is near for the end of the world.

Many will die.

Less will stay alive.

A hope was the only rope to the heavens.

The tears was already a pure of deep red.

A music of silence was peace.

But where was the peace of war?

Is it there?

Or here?

Climb the mountain and look at the moon.

That is peace.