Family and friends, here i'll announce.
every seconds thats passed, kept count..
already i could feel the breeze on my face
ready as i am if the tide takes place.
today or tomorrow, i'll never be sure..
or maybe on summer of the year after..
luck shown how bitter comes after sweet.
of course there was sourness too.
Very few in which i loved, and yet..
everyone of them, too precious to forget.
As now i hope for their "hopes" to succeed,
goodness will go to those which are freed,
away from ties, bounded by their very fists..
inevitable from receiving wounds from the beast,
nesting in their very own hearts of defeat..