When we growing up, roads are getting very bumpy...
We walk alone and We fell in every little bump...
Wounds that arise from within is far more unbearable than scars on our skin...
Who should we go to when our tears rolling down from our cheek...
Smile on our face is an act or is pure...
Who know what happen tomorrow except God...
People say "no matter you are happy or sad, you still need to live, so why not choose to be happy?"
Does anyone think we really choose to be sad for each of our precious days?
Won't we want to have smiles and happiness like fairy tale?
It's just that when the emotion comes, We cannot help but to let it out...
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