There might not be anything
But you'll never know til you get there

You might get hurt
But you'll never know til you lay your hands on it

Locking up from inside
Keep on saying that the key is lost

A room of mirror with the door tight close
All you see is your vulnerable self

If you lost in the key,then break the lock
Horizontal crack across the mirror

A shoe that's lost its pair
Scared of being barefooted

Unable to take a step forword
Deeply confused and depressed

Am I being too scared?
Too passive?

There might not be anything
Things that you'll never know til you get there

You might get hurt
Things that you'll know til you lay your hands on it