Everyone
has a corner,
To get out of their own, others
do not break in.
Everyone has a wound,
Or deep or shallow, covered
with cloth, thought
that does not exist.
Everyone has a love,
Use power and heart, touched
and sentimental.
Everyone has a line of
tears,
Drink cold water, brewing
into tears.
Everyone has a
confession,
Disturbed and uneasy, but
full of sincerity and courage.
The rain came to the
sun, I passed through the muddy, pass
by the wind.
Along the way, if
you understand me, should
have much good.