Each of is born for good luck,
In a bright hour, full of success.
The world is a riddle,
Like a giant Roulette.
When the wheel rolls,
Fortune is confused.
An intersection from all directions.
Changes, like colors of a rainbows.
Bet at the most basic level,
Whatever is certain is just flying in the wind.
So, let's give the wheel a spin,
And we will chose the luck.
May you be blessed with
Many jokers at the right times.
Noa Tam
