I drown in sorrow and grief for no reason, so much so that I forget the path to survival.
I drown in the hands of hope and wash my sorrows in the cold snow.
In an instant, the warmth of my being turns into snowy cold, so much so that I drown in this cold that I cannot see a bright future.

I continue to strive with difficulty, perhaps to find a glimmer of the warm sun in the cold snow of my being.
Sad for what has passed and hopeless for what lies ahead.
I am still drowning in the snowy cold of my sorrows.

The most important pillar of society is money.
Money gives credit.
