1st week of March

I fell down to a cliff, too deep to reach up back.

finally I know where I am in this few day on a new month. I slipped, a harsh slip. I fell down, rolled by a huge snowball downwards. then I feel it's too hard too reach up back, even for stand up confidently. 

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace