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.

–The Rescuers