I had dream, it was a good dream albeit a dream that had long past lived out and died out.
Or did it?

These days, as I slowly unfold the depths of my heart, I realise I'm not any different from the person i thought i was.

As always, I never harboured hopes of winning, hence I was never willing to scheme or plan ahead to make sure things get in my way. I always believed in living it out every moment, giving my all when I can, and when things come around, and happen for me, I'd be pleasantly surprised take it and praise God.

But when the things have been placed in my hands, I have the fear of losing it. And so I do the minimal i need to do. Its always at the back of my head.

That one day i would lose it.

Just like how i manage to lose the many little things I buy in this room of mine.

I dreamt it came back. And I realised how good those days were. How much I wished I never had to let go, I never had to move on.

But in life, choices are made. and you're not the only organism living here on earth with a brain and a heart.

There are the others.

Your so called, villagers, your competitors, or your comrades.

Its an endless conflict.

I don't want to move on, because these feelings are so real they grip me every second of the day.

But I want to move on, because the world has moved on, and there's just so much to do.

I don't know if i can, and there's a small glimmer of hope in me still burning. At the very least, you know I'm always here. Now i know, I have to fight for what I believe in, as we are doing now. Fight for what I love. Fight for what the future holds.

Not because I can control anything.

Only because I don't want to spend another day in life living in regret.

I'm sorry.

我疯狂的心，
我脸上的无表情，
我是无敌铁金刚。