My Will: do what you will

No pains, no palm; no thorns, no throne; no gall, no glory; no cross, no crown.

The root may be bitter, but the fruit will be sweet.

Alone for a while, I can search through the dark, but alone for so long, I will appreciate the opportunity to be alone and make friends now; may be I save up all my lonely time now we will all be happy in the end