At certain levels, I would like to see my ancestors in person. The metaphor of life expectancy between the past and the present may differ. I don't know where to start or end. I may have ruined everything, everything that they dreamed of. I may have embarrassed them all, and I cannot recover at all. I bet they must be so disappointed in the person I've become. And the sarcastic thing here is that I'd be sorry only to them, instead of the people that I've ever hurt before.
God's sake, I can't put my mind to work when I love you. The system is not working, and suddenly I've become open-minded . The age gap just DOES NOT MATTER. And if there's any problem that you're blaming yourself for, just remember that you blocked my ability to THINK CLEAR , and that's your ONLY FAULT.