I try to persuade Writing each day. But i'm not sure if I can insist on it.
Lack of dream as I am luck of imagination. It is this place. Life made me lose my passion. Honestly i'm not Being very well.
Maybe just a fine. But far from fantastic. Far from wonderful. The places and life I truly want.
I miss you. I don't know whom i'm missing. Might not be anyone. I know. Maybe the future of myself. But when my future would come ， I'm just waiting. I'm just waiting. Maybe for someone. Maybe for some occasion. I'm just waiting. Like a mushroom waiting for the rain.
I try to keep good care of myself. In case I will not be able to see you. Or maybe i'll never had the chance. Maybe I lose I lose you a long, long time ago. Shall we meet again? Shall we meet when i'm still I am. I keep good care of myself. Looking forward to meeting you. Where are you being?
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