The mirror of past
The more I run, the more I ruin,
The mirroring of the gone time,
Seems to be eagerly waiting for me .
It makes my tears shed down slowly,
Breaks me up, by leaving me lonely.
I wanna break it,
Wanna break it into pieces.
The mirror of the past of mine,
Always leads to the way of regrets.
Oh!! It's too hard to escape,
What the hell am I supposed to do ,
Wanna flew away with the wind blowing,
Never looking to path I left back.
I believe , I believe in myself,
One day my gleaming nature, my dazzling happiness,
Will blind my past without leaving me into any regrets