Red Ants

Shame on the red ants, the old song has become a shadow, like our love story which is only a memory. Like water on a banana leaf, if it falls it doesn't leave a mark.

What is the power of the heart that is only used to daydreaming, when your steps go you are reluctant. Like the wind that blows dry leaves, even though the leaves fall, the wind still passes.

Even the red ants laughed, seeing where our relationship took us. Red ants fighting, seeing two people who like each other but can't be together, maybe this is a choice, I'm sure in the end everything will be beautiful.

Each of us has a story with a different plot, maybe a story about love. It's like walking down a path you shouldn't. However, continuing to walk even without a goal can actually lose direction and hope.

Thank you.....