Rough hills and lakes like a den
Of hyenas clouded pathway,
Yet, golden crest crown behold
Back and forth, snail horse pace
Rode aisle of success,
Meticulous glow the latter glory.
Noon drawn, twilight sing to Indolent,
Die halfway of ten thousand Cumbersome stress falling
From jewel glory.
Run, run, success called through
Hardship, labour, and struggle
In a tiny faded voice.
Alas! the strong, perseverance, enduring strived sinking road like swift flash of cheetah,
You are here, received your crown,