Strive hard

I will strive hard
When life becomes hard.
When mountains of life become so high
And it valleys become too deep
I won't let my arrows sleep
But I'll rise up and shoot high.

When a child is born,
His woes too are born.
He asks for arrows
But nature gives him sorrows.
He sows fantasy
But he only reaps melancholy.

This,
He knows about nature;
So he cries at birth
To express his displeasure.