No matter if you’re born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn ’tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
So I’ll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall.
Dead rose, beautiful lines.
[Sony a350, Sigma 105, f/3.5, 1 sec, ISO-100; Converted in LR3]