I’ve seen many people smiling today.
But I’m not sure who among them is really happy.
I, myself, was smiling.
But inside I know the truth.
I am aware that I am not truely smiling.
Many thoughts are running in my head.
Many curves can’t be kept straight.
And what am I supposed to do when people smile at me?
Of course, I need to smile back.
I only hope that the person smiling at me is really smiling.
I only hope that inside, he is not dying.
Then there are two less happy persons on earth.
And two more lonely persons whose smiles are fake.