I was born with joy and tears,
Then grow with hardship
and live with soreness
I’ve seen things
A lot of things
Good stuff
Bad stuff
All of them concurrently with reality

There’s this silk-stocking kid in her marvelous chamber
Not knowing what to do next in life
There’s this low-lived kid in the street
Soaking deeply in his thoughts

I don’t know what I want
After seeing things
The meaning of being happy
The meaning of being ill
What I know is I don’t really know
Many times, I sit and ponder
Thinking about the useless youth
And how filthy this world have been
To those of no talents and powers
It is no secrecy that we’re all in grief

I am in grief
But I also lucky for something
Perhaps I have a chance and
I believe i’m blessed for something.