I see the end,

The end, the lights dimmed. Such complexion found under the orange sun, such laughter yet its just a dream. I love the days and the hours that passed like rain, the boredom and loneliness that kept me accompany. Why am i still yet so stubborn? Dancing by the river side, i see many men with masks. The crows and the sky played the rhythms; and here comes the ache in my back again... Don't i deserve more than this?