I really want look for 
Since i dont know what is next reply will look like lemme drop this here and sleep away my sorrow and see what jere-time will reply with tomorrow morning
A piano's keys may look the same
Monotone, laced with fragile strings
Of gold
But when each of them are touched
With the blooming various fingers
Straight from the etched melody of the heart
No matter how young or wrinkled the
Play different sound.
So boss jere-time take your time
And turn your broke notes
Into a lovely symphony
That rings artistically in my ears
Painting silvers across those starry dreams
And wash away my worries that lie in those cerulean night sky of the past.
