The road ahead, hidden end of its road.
Walking to it. sometimes slowly, then fast ..
Running, falling, groping,shuffling .. but I keep running
learned to find a line of sight through getting sink.
Looking back at all the falls and bitterness (putting down the bitterness?), life can still be something worthy of remembrance
Living through, there is still meaning, if at the end there is still a difference(separate?), there is still tomorrow
Steven:
When you get hurt to the extreme, don’t know how to shed tears
Even breathing can become chaotic, it’s hard to say how to face it(hard to face you to speak?).
Linda:
When the eyes gradually turn red, crying isn’t a crime. Men or women, who hasn’t had bitter water(suffered pain)?
Both: Even though we already know the result, even if we have to sacrifice we are willing to
The road in front, not matter how bitter, still not scared that we will fall, all because there is you are close to lean on/ rely on
Forget yesterday’s suspicions, under harsh circumstances, we’ll persistently look for a route
No regrets, this life isn’t considered long nor feel short
Ah..support at sight(embracing each other at sight?)
You whether or not remember
I exist in this world
Waiting, this little story ...
