I was sitting alone to night, starred at the sky, and was making so many many stupid questions. Did you know what my question are like?

… Are the stars still as much as it was?

… Why do the moon always enjoy her lonely time?

… … ?

… … ?

… … ?

… Why I asking the stupid question?

… am I being crazy?

… and finally

… any reason for writing this stupid post?

Most of all I enjoy when the silent came up and greed me. When the wind hit my face gently. Cool and Quite. And became real man. Not just almost human.

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