I'm still the child that needs a lot of encouragement from the others.
I'll feel blissful with just a bit of concern from the others, such as a piece of love massage.
Give the others a little bit of sunshine, then get their happy relies. That makes me satisfied. It seems that we share a big piece of happiness together.
Now I think I've really got enough. Enough love. Enough happiness. My life is so sunny.
Past is the past. Now welcome new days!

Maybe we're living for changing. If we're living everyday's the same, like a long and boring TV-series in black and white, then we've been dead since the beginning.
I used to be afraid of changing.
But we must grow up.
I have to make some decisions to change myself.
Growing up doesn't mean to be the so-called "mature".
Growing up doesn't mean to give up silly daydreams.
Growing up, just means that we begin to understand the world. We're not the kids that enjoy messing up the right things. And we're not willful all the time any more.

The light you give me is sometimes brilliant and joyful, but too unsteady. Sometimes it's too weak that I think it's disappeared that I won't depend on you any more.
All I need is just a plain tranquil dream.

You live your life. You live like an island.
Satisfied. Surrounded by, water and silence.

Neglect. Ignore. Escape. Disguise.
OVER.
My brain is surrounded by these words.

Cause we lost it all, nothing last forever.
I'm sorry I can't be perfect.
Now it's just too late, we can't go back now.
Dad, You're doing everything I hate.
I don't evern want to try, to be like before.