Born, filled with passion

We love, we are selfish, we dream

Depressed over resentment, we may lose our passion

But as all is not a destruction but construction

Not a regress but a progress, let’s look at it from this angle

Fire – look at me, hot and full of energy

I can take on the world

But oh’ fire, you are but immature, your ability to destroy is greater than your ability to build