Millions of dreams floating on my open eyes.
Millions of expectations to be lived up to.
And the time is just passing by,
I wish it could turn back and travel with my dreams.
The whole life seems to be short, all of a sudden,
As their are lot of things to do.
Sometimes I ask, "Oh! Good lord, why you make me dream?"
As life is not fair to the dreamers of fantastic reality.
Life has taken a lot from me, and I cry in regret, "why is it so?"
I sit thinking for long time, imagining the future
in many different kinds.
And no one to share the thought for, and no one to understand.
Sometimes the situation seems so unreal, but sometimes see a hope for
transformation.
