A grey rose sits under the moonlight,
telling a story of how it died.
It gave up its life for the little red rose,
Whom mocks the grey rose as it boasts.


We all learn to sacrifice for someone at a certain point of time. But to whom? and to what degree? That is the question.

My death was inevitable, it's either you or me or us. I chose me.

and then verything paid off, everything went as i expected. But i didn't expect the ground to betray me. My fossil is so distant from you now.