What is this fleeting thing we call life?
It seems so fragile, and yet so strong.
Am I myself, or am I what someone else tells me to be?
And does it matter?
What wil I do with life?
What will life do with me?
Do trees cry when their leaves fall?
It seems so fragile, and yet so strong.
Am I myself, or am I what someone else tells me to be?
And does it matter?
What wil I do with life?
What will life do with me?
Do trees cry when their leaves fall?
sigma:
although if you just post two words I'll have a hard time figuring out which language it is.
sigma:
Plus any non-roman-alphabet-character languages, such as Korean, aren't really fair game.
