A Quarter of 100

This is not about how long I’ve lived, this is about how much I have left.
This is not about what have I done, this is about what will I do next.

Twenty five is clearly the age to be much better than last year.
God still gives me another time to do good things.
It also means that, I’m still not good enough to be by His side.
Good people always dies first, remember?

Twenty five is near, right in the corner.
I am afraid, can I suffer?
Can I be better?
Can I do better?
Can I be happier?
What if it’s not working?
What if I fail?

This is not about how can I suffer, this is about how will I fight/
This is about being happy.
Dakara, 25, yoroshiku-ne~