A boy,
trying find his path way of life
No friends or whoever it is
Himself is the only saviour and friend
Always think to turning back
But he knows the old bridge are frail
Always rain for him
His backpack start empty,
just want sleep and daydreaming
For the other people he just clown
"Old fashioned and you look so boring."
once pedestrian said when passed him
Only he can hope his life change and find his path
