Another hope falls. Another dream loses its spirit. Another smile vanished. Another passion went away. Here, another love broken. It is another extra time to stop imagining, but making it real. Sometimes it needs another cold shoulder to earns a respect. Sometimes it needs another silence to raises a voice. But showing cold shoulder and being silent pushes you away from making your imagination rea l. Seems like you cannot control your life, your fate, your destiny. You can make a plan for future, but it's not a guarantee you'll be there. Maybe sometime, you only need to sit, wait, and relax, to see what will comes, what will happens, until you become old, and you will glory your early life, or the opposite, you will regret it, because all you have done was only sit, wait, and relax. Old. Regret. Sorrow. Is that another thing that will be necessary?