When all what you can touch is nothing,
Dirty flies creeps down the glass,
And all that broken crowd keeps huffing –
It isn`t worst event to be, though it`s no class.
Your life will die only once,
While your problems are so much mortal!
That isn`t the end, as it may glance.
Suggestion is so important!
So I suggest being strong.
And I hold on, my Dear Life!
It`s not late to live; it`s too early to die –
Even if flies keep moving
Down to the dusty glass,
Meritless creatures, improving
Only some kind of muss.
I can`t kick them down,
Lying on the ground,
I must stand up, I won`t give up!
A swarm of impudent flies
- It isn`t the reason to die.