Olden Times: Ending
To get my happiness, I had done everything…
…but had done nothing to be blamed and accused of.
The sound of footsteps became louder every day.
Then I noticed the fact there was no time.
I was a believer in life, to be myself always.
And was asking whether I would be alive.
Give me a reason why not to adopt in this way.
Or judge me to be guilt of so many incurable sins.
Tell me why or why not? Complaining way too much.
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me.
