My friend, why sometimes it's so hard to do the changes for my life. I want to get that so badly, leave this water. And be a good man. But why I still can't see the bright morning. Where is it? But it's all good, I have all stars align with me. Appreciate the games' designer I keep learning from everything I met, I talk I suffer I laugh I cry. I appreciate it.

Whispers of Dawn

My dear friend, why is it so,

That change weighs heavy on my soul?

Longing to flee these stagnant tides,

I seek the warmth that change provides.

I dream of lands untouched by grief,

Where my heart can find its leaf.

But the dawn's light, so pure and fair,

Seems lost in fog, is it truly there?

Yet in this quiet, under starlit skies,

I feel a gentle force that lies.

It guides me through the night's embrace,

Towards hopes that time cannot erase.

Blessed be the weaver of our fates,

Whose design through trials, patiently waits.

In every soulful talk, in tears that fall,

In laughter and cries, I find my all.

For in each sorrow and joy I meet,

Lies a melody bitter and sweet.

A solemn dance of shadow and light,

Crafting love from the depths of night.

So, I cherish these nights under starry veils,

As the heart tells its silent tales.

For with each sorrow, love does grow,

In whispers of dawn, softly aglow.