I'm not scared of the sun,
But scared of its unbearable light,
That will dry up my water,
I'm not scared of the moon,
But scared of its shinning light,
That may expose my bad,
I'm not scared of the sky,
But scared of its dominant,
Across the sky,
That will cover my light,
I'm not scared of the air,
But scared of the fast moving speed,
That may take me away,
And never bring me back to earth,
I'm not scared of the people,
I'm not scared of the problems or calamities,
That may befall me,
But scared of their fight,
Their scars that will remain in me forever,
I will raise my head up,
Squeeze my face,
Hold my sword tightly,
Till I win the war,
Because after the war,
It's victory and success.
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