Miracles happen but not everything can be a miracle

flashbacks of every new year from my memory...

I was born the day after the new year 

and still, I don't know how I feel 

sometimes I feel like I relate to every song and sometimes I write my own...

A nice painting in the garbage that's how I treated my new year every year...

I try not to blame anyone just cause the clothes became wet when we thought the sun was bright don't have to blame anyone... Sun goes down comes back again the next day.

Packed my bag with a water bottle and food, going to a desert thinking it's winter there, is like saying I will commit a mistake this time too without actually saying it...