There was a coffin in front of me,
beside the coffin where those people shed tears, they cried as they lose their love ones.
I had a stoic expression, an expression of null, a void sentiment and a calm temperament.
Someone approach, and said, "Death must be bitter like a coffee."
And I said in reply, "death taste like a lemon, if you made it taste like a coffee."
I smirk, " lemon I say unto you, if you have just squeeze it and add sugar, it wouldn't felt bitter like a coffee in the first place.
His expression towards me wasn't good.
So I add something before I walk out from the funeral, "Life is a lemonade to those who were born without a choice, and a sweet coffee for a living like me who has to wait for the reaper to come to escort me."
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The "Eye" I
RandomA documentary story of what the eye see during the days in his past, present and future.
