Old is the
spirit of mine and tired is my soul,
Longing for
something that will never come to realize,
Doing
meaningless things around had been part of my routines.
Day by day,
my gray hair multiplies,
Ash of the
past had long been gone;
Yesterday
is so far away from me,
So are my
youth and happiness.
And what do
I have now in my lonely arms?
Reality is
so harsh on me,
Every
beauty of life can only be found in dreams, but nightmare is all I have.
Gust of
wind cut my delicate skin,
Over my
head, the dark cloud enshrouds the sky;
None of the
people I know is alive.
Everyone is
dead, murdered mostly by Change.
Will and
strength are drawn from me,
I am but an
empty walking shell.
The fools
can laugh at me now and the beggars can take the best of me too.
Haze of
life had obscured my prospect completely.
Yielding to
myself,
On the
ground, I kneel.
Until the
sun should stop to shine,
Rain should
always fall upon me.
Life is not
always beautiful,
Only you
can change its nature.
Vision of
the future should always have you,
Every new
life shall sprout from your seeds of love again.
I love you.































