Death

My feeling towards death.

It is a long story.

A dark hole lye on my heart. I can't breathe. All I can is just watching others being depressed. I don't wanna leave, but I don't wanna pass the block hole too.

What's the other side of the tunnel? It is a mystery. I regret to leave the world, but at the same time, I am curious about the other side of the tunnel.

Dead air. 

Tears, drop off from their eyes.

Am I dead?

Hopelessly?

The tunnel is just a portal. Never regret to the darkness.

No Fear.

It will be a better, but now, it is the time of death.

It will be a longer story.

Of Courage and Love.