we become friends through one door and i thought;
“This friend will lead me to be a better person.”
at that time, it was like an imaginary-plead that i’ll be friended with her,
we will help and be honest with each other.
in either way; share a happy news or stay beside her to support.
somehow to walk in this fast lane, standing alone never work.
when this thing will last?
Be brave, little one.
Make a wish for each sad little tear.
Hold your head up, though no one is near.