None of this are expected.
To all the one who left every single year,
Cheers to each one of you who managed to destroyed a heart.
You have that talent of being a liar and opportunist,
I thanked you for all the priceless journey.
Here is when things begin and end.
(If only the World is much more peaceful, quiet, mystery and private.
I'm dying to move into the woods and be gone. Let the loneliness do the job.)