life is...

life is bubbles of many different colors
once it flew above it cannot return back to the ground
and after some height it would popped to nothing
while trusting the other bubbles below it
so it could reach a height that it could not achieve before

and so does the bubbles in our life

looking at past photos on the old album
this heart suddenly felt as if it is made from cotton
to reach a dream that has already fade away a long time ago
would mean nothing
but the faith u carried inside, each day
has become gasoline for another exploration for dreams waiting for u to discover

it's getting dark today
but there is always tomorrow
for those who believe

i still believe in life
like bubbles do