"Hyung~" "Yes?" "You know what makes me smile?" "What is it?" "The first word in my question."

  "Why do people love me but hate you?" "Because..."

When someone's born, God stated. Happiness and sorrow will be there. In their holds, in their hands. They'll just need to choose.   For me, it's not working.   I hate storms. Because it took away my everything. Even from the first I opened my eyes. To when it became my last cry. The sun's never here above me. Sky never changes back its color. World becomes dark. Clouds hanging, ready