Sometimes reality,
not stand in the hope ....
Sometimes life is short,
want to rotate the flow that is standing ....
In fact,
leaves the are killed,
water's edge that will tap, and
rice-a flag prostration be blown wind
Have not proved how they themself ...
Even though life has ended ...
Despite the age be broken already ....
Always there ....
New leaves,
water flow, and
rice that grows back.
Don't ever hopeless.