i am afraid,
one day I can’t recognize myself

remind me,
why did i start

to let it go
      let me go
           let myself go
then
embrace with strength
no matter how old

i see the ugly
  i  see the dark
     i see the monster in our heart
a hero
   is the one
still clenches hope
still expects love

I don’t like grow old
But I do like grow UP

at a certain age
    one day becomes an hour
at a certain age
    one day becomes a moment
at a certain age
    one day becomes a flash
at a certain age
    one day becomes Hope

The worst pain
is the part you cannot see

one day
if I cannot recognize myself
that will be the time-
I shall hate myself

have to stand still
have to run to the finish
have to blur the lines
have to bow my head
Can I-
just lie in bed
and swing in my fantasy?
even not till the end