Day by day, sight by sight.
World might love me, or maybe not?

I wonder if things could change in time.
I wonder if time would promise me to change those things.

Keep drawing pictures.
And I start to wonder where would I stuff them?

Shades have become my friends.
Sorrow comes, faith disappears, happiness fades.

But they always come again, circling in both dreams and reality.
I won't love the sunshine as you may do.

But I still survive within my days.
Those which I've grabbed both tightly and loosely.

Maybe I won't have to thrive anymore.
Or maybe I'll have to thrive forever.