Life of a teardrop

Congregated in a procession

Welled up like a puddle at first

As it accumulated into a pond

Like a mug filled right to the brim

It finally sets itself free

As it trickled along new ground

And burst into particles in the air

虽然没有办法说得出口

只能够静静在心里怒吼

有时真的很想伸出援手

却因情况只能默默私守

人生的道路是美还是丑

仍然还是要继续往前走

The doors seem shut and tight

With walls beyond common height

No cracks or seams within sight

Impenetrable to the slightest gleam of light

At times we find ourselves in certain plight

And create barriers to avoid the fight

Protecting ourselves with might

While searching what is deemed right

Maybe...maybe just tonight

Let in the light and make it all bright

Perhaps everything will eventually take flight

Tangles and thorns we may be caught

The different battles we have fought

Some of which may come to naught

But just give it a little thought

The lessons in life we were taught

Are those that cannot be bought