The rain came along with the mid point of the term. The drizzles and showers, the puddles of water. Life till the mid point seems well-coped but some things still stays the same. What was to be forgotten still remains firmly where it shouldn't belong, where it must go. Where two should be forgotten though it wouldn't be easy. Harder it is to see them.
For the mid point comes and the end is near, I shall leave for a break and for happiness I will seek. Back home or here? Is it possible to get it at all while I'm still unsettled?

Living lonely so long, The feeling so familiar.

Till one night at the fateful place where it has all began.

Happiness might be coming I thought, I hoped.

Till one night at the fateful place where it all will end.

世界上最远的距离是我在你身边但你不知道我爱你。而世界上最痛苦的事是明知道我爱你但不能说出来。