On the other side of sadness, there is something called smile;
If only I can get over there, what will be waiting for me?
Dreams are not for us to run away, but for us to go on a journey,
A journey far far away from the broken lives we lived.
Tomorrow, will I be able to see?
A day without sighing?
A day where love overflows?
But as for now I will try my best to move on…
A place of suffering, a place that everyone yearns for happiness,
If only I can find the flower that brings miracles;
We are not here to run away, but waiting for tomorrow,
Looking at the clouds high above, unable to hold back my tears.
Loneliness, I have gotten used to it,
To be independent,
Not to shout out for help,
Just thinking of moving further and further…
Will it turn out right to walk through this alley that has little sunshine?
Like when the clouds went away, allowing the sunshine shone on the damp road.
Tears and injuries, will they be able to guide me?
Along this dark alley towards the blinding light.
-LR
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