Things are shattered all over the place,trying to hold back the nausea of mine, but the inside is rotten.
My head was screwed, the engine was rusted, arms are chained.
You got 2 choices, run to the wall and end the pain, or live like this.
Look at the people who are successful with their life, perhaps they gone through much harder way.
I wasn't born with a smart head, neither good in writing.
Since young I've been asking myself what I good in? I mean, do I have any expertise?
I always thought myself will be an extraordinary, I'm still searching for it.
I miss my yang qing suddenly.
That's the best I can achieve in my life, but not good though.
Suddenly I can't remember the reson I'm here.
Just because of everyone is coming here? Or because I really want to study further?
I wish I could lie under the trees now, the place in the picture, Lake District.