The process was gradual
It took our endurance

The battle was tough
But our fingers kept crossed

The steps were long
Yet we didn't grow weak

Even when we were weary
We refused to faint

Sleeps were cut short
To beautiful our future

Tears came out of our eyes
It was the process of the fire

Though we couldn't see the outcome
But it was to make us real treasure

Each phase taught a lesson...