In the midst of the sadness of the mind
There are traces of the past
With a choice
It has finally disappeared
There are also dreams
In the midst of roughness
I'm not walking
To find the path to success
My hands hurt
I had to cover my chest
I want to be happy
He is a man from man
Different and unequal
Luckily, life is short
Rice has risen as much as it deserves
Trying
I do not want to shed tears
The house of an unstable life
To decorate
Under the uneven feet
Sweat when thoroughly cleaned
You have to get it, friend
