Not as beautiful as in a dream

The morning sun shines on the Earth, a sign that the harshness of life will start again today. I pondered under the sun with a cup of coffee brewed, how my fate is that I have not been able to live independently.

Step by step, I began to regret what really happened in this life, everything I did seemed meaningless.
Indeed, life is not as beautiful as the sun that can shine even though many do not appreciate it.

Be like the sun that doesn't forget to shine.