Monday, November 07, 2005 . 4:39 PM
numericals dat forms equations.one after another, it evolves.lyke a red rose withered into droppin brown petals. lyke a sakura flower endin its bloomin season..wat dat live muz one day go. there they will find peasce.there they cn put their mind at ease.sadness n questions.why n fate.one may lost.but memories will never shed.laughter dat one tyme heard by the ears.now only the heart...God Bless u grandma..