Clouds become dark, air becomes cold. Water starts to drop and took me away by flood. I tried to hold a branch but my feet was stuck in ground. It's getting hard to breathe when my life starts to drown. ... Pitch-black is what I see and a flash of memories that makes me want to survive as I lost my consiousness. ... I don't know what happened next.
We're always down everytime there's a problem. We thought everything was dark. But in every storm that pass, there's always a colorful rainbow that gives hope. It's the one that's keeping us stronger and stronger for every trials we face. And one of those that makes us strong is the iridescent life we had in the past, our memories and the waiting rainbows from the future.