She's trying to change and adjust herself,
But it seems nothing can help to eliminate her inner fear and unsecurity,
Perhaps,
What she can do is to adapt it,
to stay with it,
with those fact and imaginations,
lies and truth.
The most misery is helplessness,
such pale,
such frail,
She's then trying to lost in the kaleidoscopic world,
to make life easier,
to avoid focusing on her own affliction,
to get rid of the feeling of distress,
and the obstinacy of loss and gains.
Perhaps,
it's her only way to go,
such a long long road to freedom.



It's a long road to freedom,
A winding steep and high,
But when you walk in love with the wind on your wing,
And cover the earth with the songs you sing,
The miles fly by.
I walked, one morning by the sea,
And all the waves reached out to me,
I took their tears, then let them be...