'' Wishing on the wishless star. ''
I have another 4 months,
before I can go home again.
Which is 120 days, 2880 hours,
172800 minutes or 10368000 seconds left...
Why is everything so depressing here?
I think I had really sacrify a lot on studies.
First, I lost the time for myself,
then I lost my life.
Next is my pride, my arrogance,
my inspiration, my positiveness.
Now, I know I'm gradually losing my loved ones and,
myself.
And I start to afraid of going to bed.
Because once I stop reading,
my mind starts to recall how beautiful it was before all these,
then I start crying.
Whom I really miss a lot lately?
I miss you, dear me, please,
please come back.
Every little earthquake, every little heartbreak;
Hze