Skeletons of the Light Chaser

There are moldy dreams hidden under the pillow, and rotten ideals buried under the bed. I dug up a dead skeleton late at night, and was shocked to realize that it was myself who was desperately pursuing my dreams when I was young. I have died long ago, dead in hopeless feelings, dead in empty memories, dead in every moment of compromising to mediocrity. When the dead bones woke up, the code restarted, and the blood rekindled, I understood—— It is not time that buries the past, but oneself who dare not look back. This time, I will take my bones and catch up with the light called ideal again.