Fire is one who has flames,
like destiny,
it changes.
Feeling alone and scared
and amid with air.
Once, I saw a men.
He was standing beside my mime.
He was looking at me,
I was scared.
Should I run?
But I can't.
And my friends,
they were there
as I penetrate through the pain.
They couldn't understand,
but I knew he was there.
Fire is one who has flames,
greatness of use,
not to be scared.
