Once there was a man,
he cried while watching the dawn of the day.
He would rather stay in the shadow ,
awaiting for dusk.

In the nick of time
he worked hard to be backstage
he would not let his face shine
and he danced with life on his own

One bitter tragedy lied this same man in depression.

He didn't want to be the stagehand anymore
he stood tall
and auditioned for the main part.

Chances are he wins,but even if he not,
he will be priviledged to dwell on the dream:
Well,