Will it still be tomorrow?

Kneeling, staring at the road ahead... I don’t know if I can still go back, crying without tears.
Will the sun rise tomorrow? I went to a strange place again and never had that familiar face...
Your own way to go well, no matter where tomorrow is, belongs to me! Like the sky, it is a big white paper. Tomorrow, I will dominate myself, depicting a colorful life will be less of many previous failures, carelessness, mistakes...
Destiny is unfortunate, but you have to find happiness tomorrow!