I love reading novels.
It transports my soul into the character.
One way or another, I felt like was living the emotion of the author.
But the truth is, this is the way to escape the reality.
Once you flip the pages, the story continues.
Once you finish the book, the story ends.
Everything was just a pure of imagination.
May or may not happen into a real life situation.
I've come up with a conclusion that everything was a sad story after all.

People see you a fragile a glass.
As weak as thinking that you can collapse.
When they don't believe in you, you've faced the mirror tell to yourself "You believe in me".
What they saw is a atmostphere of you that they wanted to see.
A mentality of superiority versus inferiority.
When you used your mind and heart.
You saw your strengths.
Your mind has a capacity to roll the dice.
You've play the game but your intention is not to win.
Your intention is for them to know that not every game is worth fighting for.
That not every game is worth living for.
You didn't hurt them as the way they hurt you.
Your power doesnt determind how you won the game.
Your strength is your heart.
Your heart can always make a difference.

When cold summer breeze touched your skin.
A midnight sun hold the ashes of your emotion.
When twilight imminent arrives,
The sun will raise again.
Just turn the pages.
And new chapter will begin.

Don't believe a magic trick
It will only entertain your lonely soul
Your heart craving for fascinating things.
You will adore the perception of your wildest imagination,
But after the show
Everything goes back to normal.
Don't seek for more.
Don't seek for another show.
Everything isn't real.
Everything was just a trick.