3 years before,
Dear Life, forgive me; that I couldn't understand you,
I always wanted to capture you,
without knowing who you are.
was it my fault that you gave me desires;
was it my fault that I can see, hear and taste.
then why you shown yourself as pain?

3 years later,
Dear Life, forgive me that I couldn't understand you,
I knew you only as pain,
that was my blessings, you make me...