The End of the Day
THE END OF THE DAY
Every split of second, there are many new-born and many passed-away
Life is continual ups and downs, on and off, what's the right way?
Do you hear the silence of the noisiest parties to decay
All of what we know of will disappear like the end of the day
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 15, 2016
Copyright © Hien Tran | Year Posted 2016
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