Until one day, I can truly to be myself. Until then, I can only keep my mouth shut. There are so much that I want to share with you, with the world, but I can't. For many reasons, I am guessing I am just that weak and such a coward.
If I want to tell story, then first I must learn to speak.
If I want to sing to you, I will have to know how to sing.
If I want to show you, then I need to know how to dance.
I can't speak, can't sing, can't dance either.
I keep my head low, dare not looking into your eyes.
I knew you were unfairly treated, cause I was there right beside.
Once I saw you were smiling, having a good time, but I choose to ignore and left.
Even when you were dying, I told myself everyone has to die, I didn't even go back to see you for the last time. In fact, I knew you were counting the days just to see me, just to look me in the eyes.
I keep telling myself it's not the right time yet. Even when I heard some old music, slightly touched deeply into my soul. Not yet, net yet, not yet.
How many days and nights, you and me have to wait, wait until we can eventually be together?
The answer is: I am getting older and older, I am also losing my chances and time, and we are still so far away from our goal.
Not there yet... however, there's nothing more need to be said...
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