.
.
the silence of the midnight sea,
was like the echo of society,
is this what was it supposed to be?
.
a grey cloud overshadows me,
I am withering.

i wouldn't say that i miss you
but sometimes
when a small memory of you and i plays in my mind
i notice

maybe the colors were always a little brighter with you around

Some may think , ' we are lucky enough to get both eyes'
                                 ' We are lucky enough to see this world'

Others may think, ' we are lucky enough to get to know by touch'
                                    ' we are lucky enough to know true world'