君を見ると、心が壊れてゆく。

幸福好不容易, 怎么你却不敢了呢?

I realise, I tend to think in three different languages at times. Hence explaining the three different languages used in the blog, popping out of no where. It just...hits me at times. No explanation for such.

A picture of me in case you forgot how I look like.

And who, gave her the right to be envious?
And there she lies, learning to wish again
Upon her broken pieces
On something so delusive.

Perhaps, she's just not good enough.
For you.

And when I see her in the mirror,
I couldn't do anything to make her better.

I will be,
all that you want.