not by just waking up to wake up someday,
and expecting myself not to be empty...
But to live of no longer irony...
The soul I’ve thought has broken,
has been toughen up.
I see people come and go,
yet, reality never gives me nobody.
Many somebody appear to be found
in every corner of life, in every second I spend.
I am no longer scared.
My heart would just have to recognize them.
And despite the severity,
I am reminding myself everyday,
That my life is not measured by who I have,
but from the effort I give to everyone I’ve now had.
So let the sincerity from the smile comes out.