It's hard.
It's painful.
It's lonely.
It's sad.
It's fated.
The heart is shrinking.
No more dreams.
We climb the stairs step by step.
I try not to miss my footing.
Don't make a mistake.
Slowly.
Doubt me.
Keep me.
Betray me.
Tell a lie.
Get hurt.
I'm tired of being criticized.
I see we are getting cowardly.
Slowly.
I put my heart back in my treasure box and locked it.
I don't wanna get hurt anymore.
I don't wanna drop tears anymore.
I had wanted to be skilled with passion.
But I notice I hold a dirty treasure box and cry.
The blue sky.
Do you remember my promise? oh, that day.
The wound from that day has not.
Hasn't healed yet.
The blue sky.
Many season pass and my heart has become dirty.
P.S.
Since then, I planted a beautiful seed on this hill.
I decided to wait here until the seed grew big and became a pure tree.
I still could not keep my promise.
Tell me why must we grow up and turn into adults.
The same blue sky today.
