Could this be real? I don't know anymore. I can see, feel, hurt, laph and play. But is it all real, and if it is is it worth something? Worth dying for? Worth fighting for? Worth bleeding for? I see the yellow sun as you do, I cry as you do, I bleed as you do, yet I have more questions than you do. You live our happy life without regret and yet I have so many. What is youth if you only spend a short time in it? What is love if you only feel it truly once? What is passion if you only have it once? But you see there is a explanation and a answer to all of this and its Life.
Life is about questions