A woman feel in a deep well
The world may think it would be her cell
But the longer she stay in there
no yell can hear from her just prayer

Orchid prayed not for help but for light
She just want everything to be bright
Cold-stone makes her weak for its hardness
They couldn't accept her happiness

That plant swear she will swim deep and deep
Until she finally reach its heap
Someday they will understand her pain
Pain gave not by the well but by them