In the early morning, I was alone and let the rain get wet. My whole body was lonely and split my fragile soul in an instant.
In such an era, I need enough nutrients to enjoy the most beautiful process at this moment. Even though I am scarred, I am never afraid, and I still try my best to move forward. Small people are sometimes like ants crossing mountains and mountains alone. Even if we fail in a limited life, it doesn't matter.
Shouting in the dust. Smiling voice, sweat and tears slowly build up the scenery like a movie. Every segment is performing the miracle of dreams. Sunrise occurs in the early morning, pulling the horizon and slowly rising, drying the indelible tears on our cheeks and falling into the mud. Even if we leave many scars, we will make the next journey more complete, wake up the youth loudly, look at the reflection in the water, and we are small. Dreams sway with the voice of youth. Even if you fail in a limited life, it doesn't matter. The voice of smiling is shouting in the dust. [5] What are you waiting for to wake up the sleeping faith? Power is accumulating just to wait for the opportunity to come from the other side of the world.