Remember

_♬Birdy-people help the people

I recalled a picture of me.
I was young and pure.
I wore glasses.
I grabed trashes on the street and never mind to help people.
My mother always said i made more trashes but she was also proud of me and i knew it.
i recall myself.

I can't describe me.
I lose many things...
I changed a lot.

I don't want to believe that people all changes when they become real adult who knows the society.
I can still be honest and warm.
I can still help others with belief.

I remember my young-self.
I am still here.
That was me and is me...

Do not lose hope and power!