Enough

Running around, I never stopped.
Going through the sea of concrete.

It is never easy to let fate win,
and so shouldn't you.

I couldn't give myself a holiday,
because I deserve none.

But I guess I ran out of choices,
and my luck was of nothing much.

In the morning, I'd first pray
so that everyone I love

will still be loved by this evening.
As for me, I've had enough.