The sorrows are my best companion,
The sorrows of the dark night-
Helplessly nock on my door again and again.
They taught me how to fight.
They have only one weapon to make fun,
Sometimes they make me terror,
Sometimes they force me to be overrun.
That situation seems to me horror.
When I tried to believe their horror mask,
I had to embrace the worthless defeat,
Then again I started my new task.
They made strong my feet.
While I was about to lose my hope,
They showed me the new path,
They taught me how to make new scope.
Thus they became my best companion on earth.
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