a silent hope

I was tired walking alone,

…and feeling pale to see the road so long.

I always used to ask the God, will I be able to pass it successfully,

…and only one answer comes from my inner soul, it is a part of destiny.

With shaky hopes and weak courage, I still walked wondering,

…does my destiny read no companion's caring?

Finding no one aside me, I smiled on my foolishness,

…saying, "even with lost hopes, why there is wish for someone to kill loneliness".

Crying in cover, my tears used to say, "Am I that bad?"

…and a silent wind around me still gave me hope to aspire and stand.