‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍that was pretty climsical morning, sun comes out from the east, shiny and glittering light come out from my ceiling hole that light pierce through the dust and make a bizarre view of dancing light. I want to try to grab that light yet it crumble and fall apart left my dirty hand inside the glittering light.

My friend, I don't know how many years already passed. Did it ten, twenty, or even thirty years? I feel my spirit already forgets to count Time. Every day feels like a few seconds to me. my friend, I had a story for you, will you hear me? I have nightmares last night, and you know I dreaming about you, a simple dream that not really beautiful yet it feels so nostalgic and yearning fallacies. I did recognize it, my friend  I feel a longing that day.

It is on Ignorant day when everything is to imprint the relic an unforgettable relic that we called "happiness". We didn't do that well crying and fighting is our daily life. I did remember it, my friend you give me the unforgettable scar that feels so hurt to the point I want to end our friendship yet why I feel this scar so comfortable to me now. A big scar that you give me is something that I feel proud of. No matter what ages or days I never forget our time. Neither beautiful nor pretty illusion yet it gives me a mark to my soul.

I take out my jacket from the hill of the clothes. I didn't feel like to clean my room this month so I go out of the house and see the source of glittering light. I hear the sound of Black crows, I already long ago get used to heard this sound for some reason they are like to come to near my house.

I hear many people say black crow as a disaster bird that brings grim reaper to people yet I know they are just one of the creatures that trying hard to live they are a pitiful bird that gets hated by remarks of human so I take out a few pieces of bread and threw it on my roof.

I walk on the soil road that seems covered by swallow grass. I didn't see many people in this village and that was a pretty unusual occurrence so I try to talk granny that selling candy. She says many people already went to the  festival. I remember that festival hold on in the near city very well known as blessing it seems like many people love that festival so they are maybe not come back till dusk.  After I buy a few small candies as a little gratitude and make small talk with granny then I give her a little farewell gift to granny and so I continue my daily routine.

In Front of me I see a small and rusty sign that written " Muriel graveyards" not far from that sign a small hut with few tools inside that already rusty and old yet still looks usable. When I try to take scope a big snake comes out and seems like wary to me. he climbs my right hand and bites my neck, he sucks my blood it makes me a little weak. I smile and pat his head to make him know it just me. A big snake turns back and goes inside deeper hut.

After a while, I clean Muriel graveyards yet I didn't clean too well so I see a few dirt yet I know it already enough. After all, the graveyard is not something that must be clean. A few dirt is something that can remind you time already passed. a graveyard is a place to reminding time and to remember something that you abandoned so I know the dirt is not something you must disregard you must come back and reminiscent it.

Red light covering the sky it seems like sunset come to end Mankind day. the sun already sinks not far from the horizon. After awhile, I hear a song when I hear that I know villagers already come back from festivals and seem like they want si

ng to end their joyful day. Loud and noisy melody without any sense of lyrics and they are just talk whatever on their mind, they are singing like a beast in the forest yet miraculously make beautiful melody it was  wild and rough melody of heart. This song not a really beautiful song that can be compared with the song in a big city yet it feels so warms and calming my heart. besides the most left corner graveyard a small grave with few flowers and small names that are written on it, I sit down and helplessly smile. my friend,  will you hear my story?