As quoted in a distant romance poem, my days are passing by quickly enough to make me feel nothing about my everyday wasting hours.
No problem in having a good job, working far away home, but you know what I mean when I say “wasting time”.
Somehow, I feel young enough to forget everything about each day and keep waiting for the right time come.
Unfortunately, young as I feel, I may not wait the time to come alone itself. If only could I…