Every day, the same thoughts, Spending today just like yesterday, One day, I wonder about the time I’ve spent, On a morning, I ask myself. As a salaried worker, already an awkward life, Waiting for news, still nothing, The days pass by in an instant, I sigh, looking at the calendar. Hope is a small boat, Sailing through the darkness, In my heart, a tiny lighthouse, Heading toward the light. When I lose my way in the dark, I pause, rest, and think, The things I wasn’t careful about, Life is uncontrollable. Where did my dreams go? Why is time moving so fast? But all those moments, Were part of the process of becoming me. Hope is a small boat, Sailing through the darkness, In my heart, a tiny lighthouse, Heading toward the light. Even if the end is not in sight, I know I can rise again, The day our path unfolds, I will keep walking, walking toward that day. Hope is a small boat, Sailing through the darkness, In my heart, a tiny lighthouse, Heading toward the light. When I lose my way in the dark, I pause, rest, and think, The things I wasn’t careful about, Life is uncontrollable. Hope is a small boat, Sailing through the darkness, In my heart, a tiny lighthouse, Following the light. Hope is a small boat, Sailing through the darkness, In my heart, a tiny lighthouse, Following the light.