I am not the person you think, neither the person I thought.
I think I am controlled, by my sweet burden in my dream, crying and smiling.
I think I am making this little demon up.
My friend said the other side of a person is their inner child; it will grow up with people, and when they were 60s or 70s, demon will take the charge in turn.
But I know, my little demon will always loves me, just like how I love my little demon. At least it lit up my dreams frequently, and probably we will get along better than this.