I'm proud to start another touch of passion
I tried the fiery bow again
I stood at my feet
I clenched my hands in a thousand dreams
Road perforated right in front of the eye
Stone-lined stones ready to shake the body
The volunteers disturb the trail
But what is the meaning of a result without sweat
No need to break with optimism
Especially joining pessimists
There is still a severity of hands expecting the Only One
Bow with sincerity
Then rise up holding a million spirit. - Poetry of Motivation