Best friends in life are often like passing clouds.
They move on, leaving me without a reason.
But they don’t realize their memories stay with me.
I’ve wondered if I’m just unlucky,
Caught in a haze, questioning whether it’s fate
Or my character deciding my destiny.
Should I change myself, or stay true to who I am?
Oh, my dear guardian angels, help me.
At last, my guardian angels pointed to a beautiful person,
Whose reflection I found in the mirror?

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