When time pass the comb in my hand

A new day,
when sun light pass through my curtain,
when I faced my shape from the mirror,
I almost can see the time goes by,

Today!
When a photo appear on my sight,
An old place which I had the best memory
A memory with my mood and my friend

Time is a sliver brook which silently slip out us hand,
Only left us the desire of it come back,
Time Tig Tag, Tig Tag

Aldebaran

Long sleep,
Deep sleep.
Rise! Look down
Aldebaran.

Walk with me through the red star.
The end, end of the journey.
Star, red star.

The words write from the start

As many huge works initiating, this blog start from a point, the point full with happiness and casual mood. To my dearest.