Weariness wore me like a royal garment
My grey hair buried in yet fullfiled goal
All hope seems dying
But the breathing time gives subsist
I sat hopelessly in the nethermost part of Earth
My eyes bids farewell to light world.
Ye! The end is nigh
My goals are burning down like a feeble leave
The end is nigh yet the burning sun smile devilishly at me
Will the breathing time save my plans?
I had wandered in all direction of life catastrophe
Yet the gain is the greatest pain
No rest for all living
The rest comes on latter day
But the latter day is not the last day.
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