I look up to her beautiful, sparkling world,
where she built from her sweat and tears and bloods,
.
..
then here I look upon my muddy things I called world,
where I crawling and struggling and shedding all my fallen dreams,
Kinda sad that now I even can't stand up here,
I even can't say proudly that this is my world
that even in this muddy world, i still in the rock bottom
I'm yearning for something I can't get yet
and still do nothing about it,
I wanna change
what move shall I make?
what move should I make?
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