The journey of life can not be in the fall
Especially for the groping
Because life is not an object
Also not a tool to be engineered
Life is already outlined by Him
Through the palm of our hands
Whether it is good or ugly is the oldest
Depending on where this road will be taken
Sometimes we have tears in our eyes
It's as if miserable sweeps through our fields
Sometimes our path is full of sorrow
Like life in the world of the second war
Sometimes we are always happy
As if the world is heaven
Sometimes we feel flowering
Like a roofed house
That's life in the world
All are always two ways
Sometimes above sometimes under
But remember do not forget Him
When we are hard
When we get hurt
When we are rich
When we are victorious