What were you expecting for that always thinking somebody shouts in the wind… in an empty frame, there are eyes under sunglasses, May be sad… Anxious or Untrue Nobody knows what is the fact. . . in the train station where you stand for an appointment mass mess violently. and trains run hastily in front and back of your memories strange. . . A message from Somebody may Bright the morrow… Or lost dandelions may scatter everywhere. things rarely happen. things you are expecting and things make you not to stay in one place or mood where trains move hastily... and nobody knows what will happen to future, what will happen to you. what will happen to ....? and what will happen.....again?