Darkest hour

I went through the gloom and twist mountain, and through this path, which is cold and weird. The majestic mountain as symbolic as adversity. I was carrying an oil lamp, and try to walk through this dark unknown abyss with a faint light. The street lamps spread on the ground which as symbolic as the friends of my life. They guiding and supporting me while I feel alone or lost myself. The unknown future as similar to the faraway road behind the grand mountain with no destination. the metaphorical of the lighthouse, my father, who was always guiding me in a distant place. He is fixing to make a fire somewhere. he will turn on the dark don't let cool. I knew that whenever I got, he had to be there.