Beauty brings you friends of lust,
Morals bring you friends remain throughout a lifetime,
Destiny comes to fold what had been destined,
We maybe can't cry tears, but we have a bleeding heart,
We maybe kept silent for years, yet our words touching souls as blessing art,
We maybe hide our inner fears, but the eye of be holder it need no border or chart,
I know that anxiety is like rocking chair, Makes us swinging a lot, Think a lot yet It will not moving us anywhere, so.. I'm sorry it's out of my hand, and i can't explain how i already care.
