Why is it so tough, well, I should know it myself.
How I hope that impossible is not a word,
and it doesn't exist, and then I will be happy.
It's always like this, I hate it.
I despise it, I can't tolerate it.
But yet, I have to bear it.
Can I just throw all of them away?
And keep them all out of sight, taste, smell?
Anything works.
Gosh, I need to get back myself,
I am not some person who will be demolished,
like a tower of bricks, when faced with such issues.
I can do it, I know it.