As I reach the limitation of my ability; I realise it is still not yet the peak.

How lousy can a person be, it means too much of a disheartening.

I am not yet a hero, never a saint and forever a loser.

I never have a chance to prove myself and it takes too much luck to be the best.

Rain can fall but snow you cannot force it down in my hometown. Things are prefixed and you cannot go against Mother Nature or destiny.