Work it, make it, do it
Go for it, let it work
Makes us longer, better, faster, stronger
Makes us last longer, better, faster, stronger
N-n-now that don't kill me
What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger
Nighttime at the Pink Lover Bar, the lights flickered on and off, the music was loud, and hundreds of men and women swayed their bodies to the rhythm of the music on the dance floor, emitting shrieks.
Alcohol, perfume, mixed with the smell of marijuana, made the bar-goers even crazier and more debauched.
Link sat quietly in the corner booth, gazing at the bustling dance floor, with only a glass of water on the table.
Maybe it was because he was often in the boxing ring, watched by thousands, that when he stepped down, he always liked to sit quietly in a corner of busy places, quietly watching others buzz and throng.
At such times, he could feel the calm in his heart and the relaxation and comfort that this calmness brought him.
"Hey, Link, snap out of it!"