Life is full of mystery,
It’s fine to let things the way it is,
That is what you are and that is what you could,
We can’t stop the flow of reality.
Yet there are still some of us, who still believe in fables,
Each in every one of them lives a child,
Even if they are not able,
We were once like them.
I can’t bear to see the burden,
Behind those pretending faces,
I learn to appreciate time,
And all I have to do is just believe.
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