Two doors waiting for me in a corner
Face is a crescent and hands swaying
Ushering me to them is not flowers
Why my rocky guide is also in a corner?
Monsters and devils trying to ruin my day,
Floor is lava and no hand to lend my way,
Eyes pleading and coaxing me to stay ,
But I won\'t give up just like that day.
A lot more days to shed sweat,
A lot more sharp knives to stab,
But \"tiring\" is just a word
When you two live in my heart.
Everyday, I dream how you mature
Your voice echoing in that familiar hall,
Your fingers running on a white body
People calling \"she is my inspiration\".