Too many happened to be noted down;
Too much feelings to be cleared up;
Too little help outside could give me;
I struggled a lot and return to peace now, leaving everything to be arranged by God.
It is so passive that I begin to fell sorry for myself ,but no other way.
I wonder why others are so envious of me, but I myself is still so miserable.
Is it true that people never value the beautiful things they have?
Then, little little I chose to stay, to wait for the arrangement by others.
I wonder the final result of people like me.
Since that,
I have to go on my life, hoping that would be a new start.
Get down to be a good worker.
I am expected to do well.
Leaving all the trifles alone, put all your heart into the project.