Category : Poems

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It's now in front of me.
The real voices are sinking into my earholes and to my soul,
It hits the centermost part of my heart,
How I wish it is just an illusion,
I want to perceive as a theoritical news,
But all hard evidences are right in front of me
Now, I am hopeless of trying to bring back the past.
How I wish I could change the course of history.
How I wish I could twist the path towards the future.
But I know, in terms of changing what happened, I am just a hopeless dreamer.
What was left is me and the future.
I have to accept what happened and move forward.