I've been so down, hidden behind the door I locked. I asked myself what do I care, what am I afraid of, and why am I yearn for the sun but kept hiding myself from people. I am afraid to lose, although I knew I had nothing to lose. I found all kinds of excuses for myself, but I know I can't illude myself...
If I got no more strengh to walk out of the dark by my self, may I ask you to be my friend. Stand under the lovely sunlight, and I will be out and be with you. Trust me, I will be there.
