rains of parade and fake smiles

i don’t know the reasons for fighting any more; i thrown all my dream and pride.

the good and bad parts of everything mix up. I lose my dream by chances.

nothing is especially, while “too many wish-you-were-here” raise here and there, it sucks to lose front-and-center.

but all of then sudden comes out there is no burden to quest out. reasons are no supposing out.