Before going to sleep, my hearth tells

The diary of the rough day I face

Why my life today is easy to get fail

Thinking to find somewhere or proper place

But can't find the one that can rest my soul 

Peaceful like the heaven, silent like the vale

Or the better one that makes me brave to show 

Or one that I can live my life well

After waking up, my heart also says

No one is born to success at first, so

Do your best in everyday like the play

Do your best in everyday like the show

Which I'm the director who controls the play 

And makes it more beautiful than yesterday 

This sentence pops up in my head almost everyday. 

 

Why my life has to start with happiness, and end with sorrow?

Living my life becomes the hardest thing now.

While other people enjoy their life, why I sit, and feel blue like this?

I know that I am the one who can control my life to go to directions that I want...but it is not that easy.

Why the songs that I listen to every day are not beautiful like they used to be?

But at the end of the day, I just say goodnight to myself.

"Tomorrow will be fine"

Good night the cruel world 

JS :)