Ideally speaking, I no more seek approval of my happiness from other. Right when I feel my values seems to collide against the solid rock of reserved judgements, I voluntarily walk out of such people and the scene. It's not only that you are dazed by the trauma to be suffered for following days to [...]
That constant strike of those tiny metals on these charms,Actually gives you solace in your hurricane heart.And these little perky stuffs my sister,Indeed brings colour in your everyday,They are always still at a spot around you,But they know how to dance making chanting rhythm with the air.
I might have stuffed myself into the dark, This turmoil of travel through the rough road of pitholes, I know there is a light at the end of every tunnel. I know there is hope and redemption down the road, No matter where my story takes, I know there will be a happy ending