I used to wish to grow up quickly,
Trying to different, to be someone else
Or to be an adult.
Now I’ve grown up, I wished that I didn’t.
Life seems to be full of problems
I longed for my childhood, playing in the rain
Adulthood is unexpectedly ugly,
surround by ugly people with ugly hearts,
competing uglyly to live in this ugly world.
Living in ugly house, driving ugly cars
Working in ugly office in an ugly building.
They all look alike; ugly.
Adult are the weakest.