Living reality

If a meaningful path of life can break the happiness inside us, 

if the words can't even speak the truth of what kind of life we're now living. 

Then, who to believe?

If everyone show their fakes smile even when they're die of the truth,

if the only person who you believe is letting you know his lies. 

Then whose smile it was?

If the right words can't even speak the truth of our mind.

If the unspoken words can never be forgotten, can never be spoken, 

what kind of life we living at, then?

If everything's not supposed to be here, 

then who to love? And who to forget?

how long the life we're living at will exist?

I don't know, I don't even know how to refuse the feeling

but I know, I have to let you go...

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