Starting the day with the bright light through windows,
Walking on the winding steps firmly,
Hunted by the dark shadows,
Fell down in to the hill deeply,
Never found and rescued by the others' hands,
Even ignored by the blind eyes,
only hope salvaged his soul,
Trying to wake up the dying goal,
Rise up like the sunshine,
Fly high like the eagle,
Hoof like the river,
Become the true believer.