life is more like a wheel. stop and go..come and by.
we have to run on it to not to falling down.
though we still need a hands of those who are caring to survive.
but once, they cant understand it, they call it a CHANGING before they knew what is meant to be.
so what can me and the other changing people can do? robotic. forget the art of losing someone special.
and just let them call us the way they want.
bepp bepp..no hearts and no hurts.