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Hard choice should be faced, and I thought I could just walk away.
I brought an one-way ticket to the world, but now I have come back again.
Backward journey is inevitable, fulled of despair and loosing faith.
In dim light my eyes could hardly recognize the way, and
also in the danger of standing on the edge.


I am standing on the platform anew,
crying with three broken hearts and waiting for you.
However I know,


before the next step to you, the sorrow is all I have to go through.


It's you,
the future me.

I believe, In the name of love,
when we wanna kiss, we kiss.
Cause life is about the moment of being, don't waste it.


Yet,
Life in our age is more like a climb.
Weakling could be knock down,
or the next step would lead us to the death.
But now I am still on the journey,
I should trust.
I should keep climbing.
When the truth is to be said in the highest mountain,
I suppose the view is great.


No regrets,
for those warm kisses or tremulous moving steps.