I always wondered why we cried when we first came here,
was it pain of leaving our loved one,
or is the pain which will come in the future,
I always questioned what will happened when we grow,
will we have the freedom we saw,
or the money which appeared whenever we want,
I always got intrigued by the beauty of the world,
that is it this beautiful,
or just an other happy illusion,
Now that i believe that I have seen alot,
life never misses to suprise me with more,
i miss the old me, the younger me, the happy me,
but I dont wanna go back because time have taught me,
well the process of me experiencing things,
the process of me finding new things,
the system which is so imperfect that it made itself so perfect,
I dont wanna miss a chance to make it "my great story".
