But I can't throw over.
Still I'm living.
Still I'm diseased.

I thought I would rather lose my senses.
But I'm still in my right mind.

After some such struggle,
I go back to my daily routine.

In my childhood,
life was full of brightness.

But now I know
life is full of suffering.

I'm in the middle of it.
Why such hard days in my life.

I admire the power of human to endure as well.
Still I'm living.

I hear the voice of my intuition.
These hard days will go away someday.
They all will be my memories.

Don't be timid.
Keep on going.