Everyone has his back side story, how things had happened please don't mind.
Though years of time, all of us change.
But I looked through your eye, all remain the same.
Was I stupid? Was I pathetic?
Or was I making up all this to cause myself headache?
I am dark, I am dirty.
But I have a dream so to make myself shiny.
Not brave, still coward,
The result doesn't show any of my hard work.
But the problems of my life I must have to face,
so that I can feel how sunny really taste.
So I can feel the warm and joy,
after my poor life was destroyed.
If being with me is simple and happy,
it is how you like yourself to be, not because of me.
If you feel the world is full of dirt and dust,
please remember at least a man with love you can trust.
Like the pile of rocks in the novel Choke,
the heart of these weakers could easily broke.
But this little world we create, could be anything,
if you just read the book.
Many mountains, many trees,
Many flowers attract bees.
Colorful fantasy, dizzy bliss,
I won't dare to even seek.
I am no teacher, nor philosopher,
I am just like anyone else who suffer.
What's important to me,
What's important to you
Fairy will listen the answer at night,
please make the wish and let its bless with you