Long time ago, there was a story about white fence
Actually, It's a front school fence
Can you imagine how it's like?
Not physically, I mean—it kinda pathetic

Everyday, morning and afternoon
Everyone; students​, teachers​, staffs—are coming just passing the fence
The looks on their faces, happiness but sometimes gloomy too
They bringing those expressions to the school
With the sad white fence seeing them, just standing straight in there can't interfere anything

But no matters
It's not a real big deal tho
As long as the white fence sigh in silence watch all of that reds and blues
The fence is happy more than anything in this world for being a witness of those faces
The white fence want to be sturdy forever, it won't change even the iron running into rust

It whispering to me, "Why should become different if current who are you this time feels like the luckiest thing in this goddamn world?"

Reyn,
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