A Journey move on, find the soul of kind, gentle, graceful and honest also pure innocense.

As the clouds white flow in the blue sky with brightly sun shine.

To hear the rhythm and the voice composite to be a beautiful song, singing by an angel from the far far wawy, beyound horizon and skyline.

To see the angel smile through the vista sight. The echo spread around whole valley of heart.

To hear stream, to hear wind from daylight to darkness night.

How to hear the heart pumping and take a breathe form a body of zombie?

The Scarecrow standing in the field. What is it waiting for? How long must ir pay for it. reaciving every morning and dusk with the grain.

What's surrounding.

The bird fly, sunset even sunrise. Seems like take the words from the angel beyound the cloud white.

Piece of piece of a complete broken, words by words but seperate and no struture, on logic.

They whispering to the scarecrow near its ears, could it hear that those words saying and meaningful?

The Journey meet the scarecrow and hear those words, but he or asking "do you have heart, mind even soul?" and it's silent.

In the moment, The Journey sealed his mouth. Hush, listening.

The soul is crying, the journey is begging and the zombie is laughing, but the angel is singing, sing for the world, where the body moving.

Sing a sorrow song for the sadness, beneath the hurt of cruel and peace the soul.

The music is announcing and the chapter is playing, the rhythm is flowing and the musicnotation is dancing for

for peace and release the soul, recove the hurt, and set the suffer heart ease off even free.

(May it be. Wounderful world and Zombie no more, body with soul, mind with kind and faith. To hear the heart pumping again.)

(Begin a new begining, a brand new journey brightly. Start a fortune, welfare and beauful one.)