STORY
Many people change strategy to play game;
But I never changed and I am what I am!
People die and where do they go?
All I know that they return to origin, to zero!
Invisible zero and the undiscovered mystery;
But myths, epics, prophecies we carry!
A child loves to listen bedtime stories;
A life lives on dreams, hopes to ease worries.
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