So… What makes you sad this time? Who the h**k dare to make you feel bad? Anyway, I hope your sadness will leave soon and your happiness will return back in no time. Actually, right now I’m not so sure about how to act. I’m not even sure if it’s okay to say or do anything at this point. *sigh

Do you know the Miranda Warning? When the police capture a villain, he will read him the warning. It’s about the right given to the captured criminal, including the right to remain silent. A convicted felon can use his fifth during the court to not answer questions being asked. And there’s a very good reason for that. Because in the Miranda warning it’s already been stated that.. “Anything you say can and will be used against you“.

Under such circumstances, it may be wise to keep silent. Because whatever we say may backfire on us somehow. But I think even a convicted felon wouldn’t understand, the fear of dealing with an angel of kindness.

May be the face I can’t forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.

May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

May be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry

She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die

May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years

I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is

She, she

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