let it go.

Sometimes we're not too blind to see,
Though a bit blurry.
But at other times
We sit by the water fountains
With empty bottles in our hands.
We fill in the bottles with the spring of water
In the middle of the fountain.
Killing time,
Watching as time flies.

But most of the times,
We'd let it go.
Though sleepless nights follows,
It will pass.