Walking to the dark valley,
Imagine it as a fantasy world that could bring you happiness,
Long road filled with bushes, a cricket sang with its high pitch tone, the wind rustle through the trees and bushes, making the scenery turn darker and eerie,
Legs keep on moving, following with the path been cement with a red bricks that filled with a small gap between it,
Rarely, seldom, people use the path, accept for
Two things:
