It's a long way to go
Where there are turning points, uncountable;
You may run fast, you may walk slow;
It's a fable.
It's a long way to go
where there are people friendly, people are hostile;
Where there are homes, there are exile;
You may stand strong, you may head-bow.
Remember the truth, as bitter as it is,
It's an unending movement until you are freeze;
Anyway, as long as you survive
Above all, It's called life.
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