Problem is black
It's a charcoal ball
It rolls and rolls
Makes everywhere dirty and gloomy

Problem is white
It's a snow ball
It hits your face
You feel the coldness and merciless

Problem is shapeless 
Because you want to grab it But you always fail
Problem does have weight
Because it weighs on your mind
And you are out of breath

Why punish yourself with your own mistakes
Don't hold the discus in your hand anymore
Throw it away throw it as far as you can

Now look at the sky
Watch the breeze sweep the green grass
Life is short
Don't let trouble occupy you
Let the problem go
Let it be the past

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