beginner's spirit

I know I have to move forward.
But somehow just stay where I used to be, marking time.

Steps are heavy, like someone's dragging me.

Or, it's actually I myself who's slowing me down.

I guess you'll never know how sorry I am,
for disappointing you,
for being ungrateful to your endeavor.



I really have to go this time,
leaving you, and what's all about you, behind.

Forgive me for not looking back again.
I really have to go.