in front of me are fog,i stop at the branches waiting because i can't see though the distinguishmy head keep turning left and right, i don't know the right direction of it to me
trying to away from the insecure feel but doesn't success
thinking to fly free in the sky, but I'm hesitant
open up my wings, but i' m looking back to the past of myself
how naive and happiness i can just bounce on the branches without any worry
but want me back to past of myself, i really not willing so
don't want to fear of loneliness by forever not leaving my home
don't want because of anyone and let go the chance to learn flying myself
don't want to fear of falling and let myself to avoid from facing
don't want because of any concerns that influence me for missed any rainbow at every corner of the life
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