Until when? #poem

eight years of fun.
interwoven dozens of friends.
a collection of lucky sweet tones.
seldom make friends moody.

I think I'm lucky.
because many people are more powerful and talented.
trying with a rolled up sleeve.
often losing luck with the bird capital.

but until when to survive with luck.
without effort at a time.
lucky to be replaced with a stump.

people come with flattering.
drove low inside the heart.
the exam piles up to the mountains.
make forget to step foot.