Episode 6: Fortune teller reside in my hands

When I start to hate the world that brought me here
I keep wondering whether my life is to shatter
When the eyes witness the miseries and cries
The heart is heavy and is at complete loss

When I start to love the world that I live in
I see every petal of my flower woven
When I see the smiles of little ones
I feel delighted like the cherries on the plums

Day by day I feel I am no more loved
I drag my memories to know where I flawed
I work hard, think good for all
No sweets and no friends to call

A heart to love, a rose to keep safe
Fortunate I am to have it both
Fame, name, family, love and cafe
Blossoms of spring is on its path

Ups and downs, the cliff is rugged and dusty
If it were to be a plateau there was no beauty
Lefts and rights, puzzles come in bundle
If it were to be simple there was no riddle

I start to hate or I start to love,
I start to feel hated or I start to feel loved,
Whichever curve that it bends
Fortune teller reside in my hands.