flesh...flesh... FLUSH

All evenings...............
The death of a girl who wish to live long time in a bright, hopeful world,
some times she was 'cloudy'sad.....
some times become a stranger to me....
some times she smiles like a breeze.....
still Iam confused, who she was...
whipe your eyes with onion and look her.Tthen you can see her hair with rose.
full of pine......................
I had..
now not anymore to say a word......
tomarrow ........
somebody will come to collapse the entire world and burry my carcus
show me how to make hopeful journy.........
I remember my girl friend