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Bells ringing on Sunday Religious Day. I walking alone from my school and hearing a sound of music. As far I ran into the old church while the bells was ringing by its self. Maybe the ghost playing with those old tiny bells or winds blows those music. There’s no spirits around me. Just a sound of music rings miles away. I sitting on the broken Paster chair and listen to those tiny bells. I sing alone for a little bit. On till couples of guys showing up. They laughs and breaking those bells that makes sweetest sounds. The old church crumbles down on everybody. Nobody survive the crush from the old building. And the music from bells was no more due to destroy.