Who Am I
Standing in front of the mirror,
What I can see is someone who I never understand,
The voice of my eyes is much deeper than any of the roses in the forest,
Which always reminds me of the teen years,
At that time,
It seems that changes are unending.
We fight to hold on to what we are,
But at the same time,
We fight to let go of what we are.
We are afraid of changes,
But at the same time,
We are eager to be changed in the extraordinary time,
A time for freedom,
A time for loneliness.