This is a story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world.
There’s a flat and it wasn’t the boy next door but preferably next floor.
Was the first move so loud that it built a bridge to silence?
Then the silence gets louder everyday that it could make everyone in the flat so embarrassingly notice it.
Who was to blame?
Why do we always seek fault to other people around and do not find the fault in ourselves.
Blame me if there’s no one to blame ...but think again.
Second thoughts disturbed you… disturbed her… disturbed me.
Keep on disturbing us...
No way I’m wishing for a shining star to fall.
I’m not that rude… not that frustrated…but…
But at least I’m worthy to at least know the right and true answer.
Don’t give me the feeling that I will only believe in.
One sided as usual.
Or is it different now… only in a much bitter way.
So just a thought of it make me smile… nope… actually make me bitterly laugh…
Sense humor, right?
God did this whole joint to us… He wasn’t playing a dice when it happened… He just had a great sense of COMMON and a much greater sense of humor.
This is a story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world… and she’s laughing.
