The Bitter Regret

IT is on Sunday, on lonely day A regret walks into my soul Abode,my soul became to him He grew and grasp my soul wholly. My thought feeds him pretty well "Her power of eyes had equaled to mine Yet the time is too late,late to go back When she is in the world of pair She is good as dead to my life" O.my beloved readers I'm the one of dead man walking On the Ghost's soil of loneliness The memories were no more sweet. He plays no music sweet and soft Speaks no words of inspiration Even pulls my balloon head down And I see the thorny earth. OH! it is unbearable He invaded my soul Like lasting version of solar eclipse But the people concern solar-eclipse Yet I also hear from her "you are my best son Let you be the successor Of dreams you aspired Of the aim you set up" And held my giraffe head up To see the Northern star sparkling Never to let it down To watch yellowish grass dancing In the atmosphere of solitude.