This is the feeling of 4 Auguest, the 3rd round of 4A Basketball Match...


Before the game, I told myself that... No matter the result is, I dun care.
I know when it finished, it all finished. What i need is only "Release".
I brought along with depressed, angry, fighting, confused and disappointed heart walked in the match.
I felt weak, my body is exhausted... I knew I dun have enough power to keyball and break through.

I told everyone, it is just a game and we gonna enjoy it, but all we need is play very hard, no matter we gonna die tomorrow.
Right now, the game gonna start...
I shout as much as, as loud as I can, I need everyone know what the meaning of the game.
But I'm really weak, I felt my soul and body is separated. My soul is hearing and looking around.
My body keep running. I keep saying and encourage to myself.
But I become so numb, so confusing... it is so unreal.

"I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart...
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when...
I tried so hard/And got so far, But in the end/It doesn't even matter...
I had to fall/To lose it all/But in the end, It doesn't even matter..."

We don't care about the result, I'm so happy that I released throught the game.
And now I come back to the real world...