Friday morning was rather cloudy.

2 champions made it to the final round.

They swam, they jump, and they ran.

However, the desire isn't enough.

Their disappointed faces remind me of my own.

It looks just the same, but mine came earlier.

Looking at the same sky, we wondered why that goal was so far away.

It's like the stars in the night sky.

It's like the moon reflected in the water.

We can't reach it.

It's painful.

It's disappointment.

It's just too hard to bear the misery.

Tears that flow from the heart.

Shouts that blow the mind.

I feel really painful.

My first failure.

I thought I can take it, but I guess I overestimated myself.

Now, I understand a little more, a little more about myself.

I am weak.

I need a hug.

I need a shoulder.

I need a pat on the head.

I need listening ears.

I need that courage to break down myself.

I'm bottling up.

The misery.

The regret.

The memories.

I never felt myself so vunerable.

Yet I know I have to put up a brave font because I don't want to reveal my weak self.

I am just so tired.

I thought I have grown up.

But this time, I might really have grown up.

Just a little.