Scary? I thought you know...

Like that sound, so I grew with it. I could immitate him very closely, especially before his retirement, my star.

Of course, how one's life go is not as common as you can imagine.

Mine? I am not super star, I am not lucky star... I like them both. I maybe shooting star. As I told my dear friend, I would rather be a shooting star that you could remember than one of the stars that you cannot see clearly in the sky. Where am I going? I am still thinking.

Sometimes, it is not a choice, it is about no need to stay. You could stay me... you could but if you choose not to, I will try harder to fly.

Hope I will fly up, not down like my super star.