exactly the same.
So futile their attempt to comfort our fear of the night.
a sense of struggle and hopeless surround the sky .
Looking into the sunset I can't help but notice
But like so many times before....to no avail! 我满心欢喜，只因夕阳的敏感，
And the colours in the sky try to entertain us.
There is no chance of every being returned the same,
one last act with painted smiles,
I am ingratiated by the sunset because of
like children who wander into a forest and never return.
that despite her beauty,
For every moment has a limit to what it can capture,
Every memory has a limit to what it had retrieve.
for they too know that nothing can be done to save the day.
back for just a moment more.
her sensitivity as she tries to push the darkness
and everything that It had brought is lost forever.
our horror as we try to find our way,
Every thought,every action,every dream,every hope,