At first, i daze in dark,
Then with a deep breathe, i thought ;
What should i mark,?
Are all those, my fault ?.


Somehow developing a devil in my mind,
It was trying to make an end;
But i desperately fight with it and make myself find,
And make me again alive, and save me from being bend.


Difficulties will definitely come,
But that doesn't mean the end of our life;
We have to dare ourselves, it will certainly bring happiness some,
Have to again stand up, even if anyone gives repeatedly strike......



© T.B.SOLUM