The ending of my line is a point. Which I can equal to my life. Even I always started it with hope,it always ended as a dead.

My friends are always in there,giving me some chances and spirit that we need to cope in a single minute of our lives. But, then the rain is always coming and forgetting everything.

Where is my FRIEND? I really don't know where they are, when I'm always on struggling comfort. And one day, I just open the golden boxes and the friend are days. They want me to have a peace of knowledge and solution for myself. They are always around to keep me safe, even it was not the best thing that they can give.

My real friend doesn't want even the big houses, and beautiful plant in me. When they becoming my enemy. All they're asking for is If I'm or we still not doing the words they talking in real action. Like you said to me that "I am a hostess". Of course not, I am drinking beer. But I still don't need my friend to be act like a hostess. We can smoke, But I can do it all by myself. Because They know that I'm lying.

And They can always accept my reason and why's. For a simple lie. And we can be happy again in small time.