If done for the long time,
Even the hardest rock will submit to dripping water.
How can the broken mirror got fixed?
Even if it united again, the pieces only reflect nasty image.
How long the concealed faults keep concealed?
Even if we try to be perfect, different defect will sprout.
The thinking of "beautiful imperfect world",
Until when will this faith remains?
Sometimes all we need is just words of consolation,
A word that can change peoples' heart.
But who could understand this and dare to gave this words?