Oh no jobs The difficult is surrounded me I suppose I will fail
Down down at the deep of the well The helper will not save me His rope was so old and jagged His bucket was there But it was so damaged
The land which I was on Will be fallen over my will
My will is vanished As the light of candle Try to resist the wind The dark united with the wind To hide all things at mind And the light could hide So the difficult succeeded The wall of failure covered High ,there is no light
the save of jobs needs only minds and great vexperts