When the sun rises in the morning,

I have been the road for the office.

When the stars are full of the sky in the night,

I am the road for the my home.

It has been so for ten years as if one day,

Never stopping and never suspending.

I feel tired and weary sometimes,

And think whether I should stop my footstep or not.

Or change another channel.

But when I will turn back,

I turn my head, the tears are full of my eyes.

I stop the footstep that I will stride forward.

When I see the road that has composed with the sweat and tear.

Though it is still shapeless and twisted, rugged and uneven.

Sometimes I don’t also know where the road should go,

But I can’t also turn back so smartly.

So continuing,

So Insisting on,

It becomes the normal of the life,

Maybe it is the my life,

Thinking about giving up and insisting on it at the same time.