My tale began
The day I was born
It may perish
When I am gone
Or may it cherish
To the next generation.

As life developed severe pain
And distension
I remained serene
In the midst of this midstorm
I could give in
But I hold the future with my palm
As I never wanna be a buffoon
Still waiting for my time
Over and over again
But I will be fine
Whatever my fortune
I'll be fine