no matter what, life is sometimes full of boring surprises.
there is no reason for loving or hating a person,
no definitive words could explain why-
because i rely much on fate.
whether a short-lived fate, or a predestined fate,
nothing last forever, and it’s just impossible to reject this fact.
i used to introspect myself too much, why people treated me such way
but later i understand, as long as I still have a conscience, what else to worry ?
people with different backgrounds,
easily i could spot others’ flaws,
however it doesn’t matter,
because i want to perfect myself, not to criticize others.