Prologue

Did you ever feel different? Like a tulip flower growing in a rose field. A black cloud in the sky of blue,a moon on a black sky.

When the heaven and earth was made, the universe was different.

What is different?

What is unique?

When the word life and death becomes a topic,why death becomes different?

Life is like opening a box of toys,

One by one taken by boys,

Part by part played with girls,

And memories were precious as pearls.

The box made by the heaven,

Were once sworn never to be open,

But one woman help by a man,

Opened the forbidden one.

Every first was precious,

The second become obvious,

The third handle with care,

And lastly look if you dare.

Every creature were attracted to the light,

That they forgot the darkness out of sight,

All colors were white,

Black are all the colors.

But why was black different?

Why?

O why?

O why was it?

O really why was it?

The box made by the heaven,

Was made to protect men,

But men are naive,

Use the box as their blade.

White was pure,

Black is darkness,

They are one,

But men due to their minds,

Separate them.

White was good,

Black was bad,

They are different,

And men fought for what is good and right.

But what is good?

And what is bad?

What is right?

And what is wrong?

Men are fools,

Fools are beasts,

Beasts deny,

And so they die.

Acceptance is the truth,

Denial is the lie,

It's the easiest way to die,

Easy as a lie

Tears are proof of injury,

As sadness are proof of living,

Humans were born happy,

They don't understand what is wrong,

Unless they're hurt.

Death is sadness,

And life is happiness,

Life is the beginning,

But death is not the end,

It's the barrier put in the human minds,

To cherish the creator's gift,

LIFE.