The Pandora's box

I always wonder,

how much poisonous secrets can i ever drink in the corner.

No one ask me to greet the evils,

Yet I aware the deed will turn me a devil.

Forgive my wild intuition,

But the box might lead to real liberation.

Every word she had ever wrote,

I tried hard to keep my heart staying afloat.

Until my mind stopped me from being too drunk,

And every pen stroke has drowned my lung.

Until i realized this was no longer a Pandora's box,

Yet it turned me to a real Pandora's box.

At the end.

At the end, 

it's the littlest things matter the most: 

the goodnight forehead kiss, 

the spooning, 

the sleep hug, 

the "morning" and 

the goodbye kiss before work.

At the end,

Maybe all of these are gone nowhere. 

Maybe we once exposed much and got hurt.

Maybe we will end up being with someone else like we said at the beginning. 

But maybe that's still okay. 

Cause' it is all about the time we once shared together.

"Whatever happens tomorrow, we had today."

At the end,

We will find out

it is still a bless to come cross.

It is still a kind of joy to grow intimacy with spontaneous

It still feels great to have inspired one another

It still feels glad to be a part once.

At the end,

We aware the risk and still,

dancing until time tell us to call out.