Wake up in the first of July,
Realize that the first half year had died.
Like jerking in the mid of the air,
Fall upon from now on is nightmares.
A sweat dripping down on surface
Of the heart that panics how to race.
All around, everyone doesn’t care.
They have run so far and get there.
But you can, you can, and you can.
Close your eyes, listen your soul chants.
In the dark, you will hear clear whisper
“This’s so far from being surrender.”
Start now and go to direction
That ignites your alive intentions.
Galvanize this precious six months,
The next toast’s for how far you can run.
# 50% of this year was already gone. But I hope we all don’t be discouraged by whatever it’s happened in the first half year. It is still a long way to go for 2016. Shall we brush up some hinder resolutions and go for them again?