How lucky Aurora was, who did just sleeping and be saved by a gentle Prince with his kiss. Whereas I have to beg my brain working hardest to find a way out of the reluctance and fight with the cynical sun that never forget to work at its best. Walk and trust my heart that says the nomadic Prince is still there -- in the place that we first met, while I know how nomads live. How if he's not there and I'll get only "at leasts" when arrive? I deserve more than "at leasts" as lessons, God. I ask more.