Living life, i live for 15 years.
Having fun everyday, i thought everything will be ok till the day i dead.
But it's not.
Betraying. The ugliness of human heart, i saw it with my own eyes, i felt it with my broken heart.
I never told any people the reason i'm crying.
I told them i'm angry, but actually i'm not.
My heart is just continue to breaking and become a thousand pieces.
Everyone have their own mask, engrave it to become a exquisite mask that nobody will know it is a mask.
Wearing it everyday, smiling to you.
But one day, the mask is broken, the ugliness...
I just can't take over the fact... of betraying.