Every morning, I wake up in a deep haze of the “woe is me” feeling,

wondering “what game of life am I playing?”

Every second passed, I lose a little

of my loved things and people.

But I can’t stop or be stoppable.


Life is a rare chance of each individual,

no matter how it is

good, great or plain terrible.


The dice is rolling;

life is spinning.

I’m just keep venturing_


“Good morning!”