不管我多努力地改变自己，
到头来，一切成空。
为什么?
因我中途放弃？
因我的努力没被发现？
或许，多大的努力，都改变不了那个我。
多余的尝试，多余的所谓努力，
抛空一切，
going back to where im belonged to.
当倦鸟回巢，
就不会再想着多余的无谓。
been thinking a lot and a lot.
where was i and am i right now?
what's so wrong with me until there is no space for me?
what can be fixed and what cant be?
what have i been trying to?
why im still being the one i hate the most? ya, i hate myself.
without knowing, i had cleaned the living room and tied up all my notes when i was trying to figure out my own fault. yet, the ans is still playing chase and hide with me.
