His tears flow like stringless pearls. His face filled with sadness. His eyes filled with grief. He walked through the crowd, dimming in the shadow of darkness.
He screamed. No one heard him. No one see him. He was alone. Alone as he was.
Streaming down the street, everyone sees him as a clown. Yet, he was a crying clown. People see him as a laughter, as he who can bring laughter and joy to all.
But, no one notice the tears behind his masked happy face. All in the world, yet no one.
No one see him. He remained silent. Remain what he was supposed to do, the task of the crying clown. He, who hide his feelings in a mask of happiness. All he wanted was to bring joy to people.
The story of a crying clown. Remains as it was. As sad as it can be, to joy to those around him. With grief and sorrow, he ended his life providing happiness to all. Yet, truly, he was the one who left the world without a glimpse of happiness.
The story of a crying clown. Remain as it was. Deep and slient within the hearts who see without their eyes.
sun Set or sun RiSe;
Up to You -.-
WelCoMe AbrOad
Hey All .. LetS all Put on the
"optimisTic glasses"
LeTs LooK on The BriGht Side
ToMorroW Will be A
BettEr Day!! EnJoY!!
me
MushRooM Aka Meh Aka Meibao
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