Oathing

To understand  what he hide and felt, 

When no one is bothering  to care, 

To make him feel being clasped and kept;

When in his world,  not even a soul's there. 

For all the cries and for all the laughs, 

Oathing to be there holding one another, 

For in each despair, we will still love;

Embracing and cheering  you till forever.