On the verge of tumbling,
I suddenly remembered how I disliked the act on fumbling.
Would I break my face?
Or would I get up again, always wary of when the next fall would take place?

On the verge of tumbling,
I suddenly remembered how I disliked the act on fumbling.
Would I break my face?
Or would I get up again, always wary of when the next fall would take place?