It sure takes alot of effort.
I used to have passion, and determination.

When determination’s all left to one, it kinda dies off, does it?
Time is a battle fought by all, not one.

I thought of him and him recently.
and her too.

Perhaps I’ve let it slip by.
When my temper didn’t allow me to blind my eyes and pretend nothing happened.
I still felt that I did right.
In many ways.

I loved and hated with passion.
Hesitated with fear and threw my temper like a shrew.
Behind the facade, I struggled to want people to see.

He said I put in a lot of effort, those who received my attentions were really fortunate.

I remembered and always remembered.
But I somehow lost the passion to give.
No excuse but it’s really kinda hard to keep doing so.

When I was in a foreign land, I thought of them very often.
I knew I still cherished them.

To others, it was mostly the main point of “am I being cherished?”
I know it is so to you, and you, and you.
Getting was always more important than giving.

It’s the time when one has run for too long and suddenly stopped to catch one’s breath.
I close my eyes and I know you are still around.
Perhaps it’s just a fabrication of my imagination.
But I know cause I believe.

She told me again that I would be the only one getting hurt.
again.

或許我依然的獨自狂奔
但我從不怕愛錯就怕沒愛過
我想要這樣的生活
我想要有勇氣的這樣生活