who knows?

Time flies with no sounds,

I’m young with no destination.

Where am I?

I’m on the road to the next road.

Roads to roads are covered,

Sometimes I’ve lost in my road.

The sunshine is shining upon me,

The eye of the heaven is twinkling with hopes…

But my future seems bleak with little wonders.

…

Oh, let the sunshine melts all the coldness,

The eye of the night will be my guide.

Regardless all hopeless,

A young woman at my age needs fight for her dream.

How can I stop my steps with no trying?

If I hold on years after years,

Perhaps the impossible can be possible.

…

Who knows?