Fire
At the end of a journey, there is destination
All matters will soon come to their final position
But none passes a tough trail without any lession
For, gusty wind makes a fire grow
At the end of a tough race, there is glory
At the end of a conquest, there is a story
On top of a mountain, there is victory
For, fire tames an ore to a steel
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