When you lose a friend..
Eyes locked at his pictrue...
His eyes still seeing the world, In another body.
My eyes tired of seeing this cruel world..

There was many times in my life I beleived I'm lucky. Being in places that I thought I was not that good to be here, along these people..
And now I'm even ashamed of being alive and more gentle, useful and kind people pass away..

Goodbye moji..