Ancient Poem

Precious Time

I’m still here

The road still clear

No heart can be cured

Sweat flooded

In the crowd

Sunshine strike

Make me fried

I’m still here

The road still clear 

No heart can be cured

Time move like a snail

Neither stop nor move

A shrill shout

Deep in my heart

I’m still here

The road is clear

No sound to be heard

No heart can be cured

Time is coming

Where I can be a part of you

How I miss this moment

The true friendship brings me up

I’m the Champion

At the moment I step into it

I can feel the spirit

I can taste the sweetness

It will be mine

The journey like a strawberry

It looks nice but the taste 

Made you appreciate the sweetness 

Of the honey

Now it was not a dream

It is  a reality

The bitterness never brings me down

The sweetness forever mine

The victory holds me up