Hey, listen to me Mr. and Mrs.!
You that have chosen suicide to your situation
Soliloquizing to your reflection on mirror thinking of solution
Do you think live has come to conclusion?
Do you know that what goes round comes around?
Do you know that you envy others and others envy you?
Do you know if the wind will blow towards your direction tomorrow?
If so, do not give up because of sorrow.
Has conundrum makes you forsake your dreams?
Know that life is like a bicycle
It stops moving
Only if you stop riding
Those, you considered successful also have tragic stories
To some, your agony is glory
And unless you refuse giving up
Your anxieties will become history
Live is not a bed of roses
It is as sweet as honey, when you've tested its quinine
It is like an iron drum
It requires those with iron hands to play.
Anyone who lives must die
He who dies will live
Choose not to die
When you haven't live