It is when you feel your tears rolled down in a sudden, without reason.
It is when you feel your heart beats faster.
It is when you feel you need the arms of your old man wrapped you, make you feel warm.
It is when you feel the saddest fear crawled towards you.
It is when you feel the need to prevent something bad to happen.
It is when you feel your nightmare does exist.
It is when you feel the smell of goodbye.
Could you sense death?
Because apparently, the little girl with red ribbon could.
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