I miss those days.
When my life was full of shiny rays.
When my darkest time was when I lost my ball.
I miss those times where my hugest concern was to what form will I shape my clays.
They said it "Time passes in a blink of an eye."
And I couldn't do anything but sigh.
I really wish I was able to deny.
But I can't trick myself with my own lie.
All I can do is try not to die.
And never think of letting out a cry.
I'm an adult now, remember?
I need to be as strong and harsh as timber!
My heart has to be unbroken!
Even if the harshest truth was spoken!
Show no emotion.
And solely handle the worst...