not already knowing how life works,
(s)he plays with the ball and draws with a stone,
run around while other children imitate the genuine smile (s)he have shown,
(s)he sing the song his/her mom and dad used to sing with a soft shade,
his/her innocent eyes are the colors of the beautiful old world that is starting to fade,
not knowing if that will be the last time (s)he will explore,
not being so sure when will (s)he enter to the door,
the door (s)he believed to be always positive and happy,
gosh, what a wonderful day to be sad and feel so shitty.
