I look at your work everyday
and think of mine, ask myself
“Why can’t I do it like you?”
You showered inspiration on me.
Show me the path.
To me it’s gloomy and vague.
How to tread on it as my feet are bare
and the way is thorny.
Once I walked and bleed.
My blooded feet,being petrified
Can’t come across the way.
You come, hold me, make
first step, let me do the second.
Thus both will complete stride.