A very pleasant stage to those who can control it,
but a very horrible one to those who cannot.
A boat with many crisis,
And a step where many had gone blind.
A delivery of complication to our lives.
A dangerous storm to a wind vane,
And an insect to our most precious fresh garden.
The gardener, with your rescue, we can win this battle.
To those wilting plants do not lose hope.
Lo! who can find us a medicine to cure this illness?
To whom it may concern,
Do not let these few years ruin your future.