Oh, how pretty the life is,
Isn't it?
Yet, a fruit of agony.
In every corner of the room,
A revelation can be seen.
An eye-opener of the excruciating world.
How were people able to absorb the agony?
A smile being plastered on their faces,
Yet, crying and dying of their inner selves.
Would it be worthwhile to fight for something?
Just to achieve the satisfaction of winning?
Would it be?
Love, Em.
