With all desperations on this shoulder
There's no one whom to cling unto
Staring on the puzzle of misery
Along this highway of tribulations and trials.
Looking for light in the box of faith
Thus it is the only thing I own in this misery of life
Still talking to the creator of universe
Kneeling before a thousand saints.
Finally, I can feel the air
The answer to the hope of light in there
For now, this will keep me sane
Until a ray of sun will come again.