Sometimes, I look out of the window.
See the sky, the wind blows.
See the world is turning ,moving by its way.
I don’t know where to go, where to run away.
Today, I’m walking along the street.
Rest my life, take a breath.
Thinking of the day’s gone by until my dying day.
Which way I would go, what life I would be.
Truly, everyone is ambitious.
Covert, envious, covetous.
It’s common to find that you are my enemy.
But how can I find my real ally.
This time, I try to find the answer.
Precious of my life
It becomes more and more when you come to me.
My best friend
Who catches me when I fall down
Who makes me feel better
Who always besides me