Everyone has a dream, the goal of your short life. Your target. Your ambition.
The dream is like the sun of your life, giving light to your fragile soul. Shining brightly.
A sense of hope. The promise of a successful beginning.
Shall we throw away a rotten apple.?
Or should we just sliced off the rotten part.?
And the apple can still be consume.?
As long as the apple is not completely spoiled.?
After all, there's always another side of the moon.
Waiting patiently, to be discover.