A diary is not where you write beautiful things.
I could never live the way they want me to.
I paint my face is passionate bright red color and lazy white.
Even if I run out of the ink, I wouldn’t stop painting.
Glory of the past; it is like a mirage.
I know we cannot go back.
Riding on the dragon’s back, I even wanna enjoy some mistakes of life.
As people screamed and showed their awkward dance, I screamed along with them.
Color your life how you want; that is what I believe.
Split the clouds and feel the wind like a mane flutters in the wind.
You know comparing yourself to others means nothing.
So, why don’t you sleep it off sometimes?
New world, it is like a mirage.
Though I could be comfortable in the current situation, I might get bored.
I wanna burn this sunset into my memory.
Then I may have a willowy sky when aged.
We are just bad students who just go for what they believe like poets enjoy their poetries.
We sing songs along with ripples.
Ugh, but I still cannot see a utopia at all.
Damn, I think I am losing myself.
Would it be easy if I just jump off from up here?
Why do you cry?
Riding on the dragon’s back, I even wanna enjoy some mistakes of life.
As people screamed and showed their awkward dance, I screamed along with them.
Color your life how you want; that is what I believe.
Split the clouds and feel the breeze through your mane.