As the same of the moment, the moon and stars leave to the next curtain of deep deep blue.

It would no more dark and black night with sorrow, but participate with star and moon shine, reflact to the ground.

The changing was so wierd, as rust iron grow a lavender that turn out to be daffodil.

The black premeate gray by the moon and star shine, and then it become bright, as fire dye the night, till it all red and flame die.

And follow the sky step by step walk from deep blue to purple till viollit as color end on white.

The time never wait for a second, and the changing never resting.

It seems keep circle running, but never know the next time what it will present to the fantastic sight.

Something that I had already know, it hard to expecting for the future and for your destiny, if you won't to see.

You will never chang anything if you never did, or you had contribute all of you but it still empty.

How to face the reality? Perhaps you have not to be. But one thing you have to know, the chance hold on your mind and hand.

(Something you can chang, something not be. You did it would, you give up it never woould.)

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