CHAPTER 50: Flee
Life is a ribbon with a silky and rough part. Sometimes, you want it to be long when everything starts to feel good, but there were times that it is short. But no matter how it looks, I love my ribbon. I love my life. I wanted to cross different towns not minding whether I’d die tomorrow or live my life longer than I expected. I wanted to explore oceans and challenge every monsters peacefully sleeping in the center of the big water to hear their loud roars of a disturb animal. I wanted to sing in the streets and dance in the center of the forest while looking above to see stars who are just calmly sitting in the sky, eyeing every alive human being. I love this short life of mine even though it would still project death and unheard lies and painful cries with untold goodby
