the rain still pourin’ outside of my window. i never knew, behind this window, various types of people lived their own lives.
when I walked out, there was a man dressed as a clown trying to make money for himself under the remaining raindrops.
inside his mask, i can’t tell if he’s smiling or sad. but, i knew in his mind, he had to always smile and entertain others along the road, so that he could eat. If smiling is the simplest thing he can do, why can’t some of my money make him do the simplest things that he always does?
i can only say, the world is yours.
For you, who forced to smile, forced not to come home early, forced not to tell your family that you are sick, forced not to buy the things you want so that your child can buy what he wants first, forced to say that your college life is fine,
the world is yours.
For you who are still patient after left by your loved ones forever, for those of you who are forced to replace the role of ur parents at home,
the world is yours.
For those of you who still survive in the midst of the desire to end your own life, for those of you who always wonder what’s the meaning of your life is in this world, for those of you who wake up when your child cries, for those of you who are willing to withstand your longing because of work, for you who continue to wait for customers to buy your things,
the world is yours.
kudos for your hard work, and believe that your sweet fortune will come, and for you who always believe that behind this whole life full of suffering there is still a bright light, we’re gonna win this.
the world is truly yours.
