Once or twice or so many times, hope will be hurt and smile will be broken.
Time will come to make you kneel, if you bow your head it will make you bleed.

The ground will shake and you will be thrown into valleys.
Cry hard and loud, let the tears flow out,
but hang on to the cliff with the fingertips...

Winds will blow to lift you,
to help you stand and wipe your tears...
Once you stand up, feel the ground under the feet and raise your head.
Take a step forward and challenge the time.
Past may repeat, then you repeat the past.
Even if you fall down the cliff, your pride will smile...