Fall In the Spring

Fall in the Spring.. Fall in Spring… Alas, my youth and my younger days are gone, A thousand laughter and childish plays are gone. I am sure my loving garden will be dried, It is old and bitter; no more glowing pride. In my garden, I had so much loving hearts, but I am old and tired, with no blooming parts. Within this madness of spring and creation, I am in solitude and desolation. I am now old; the spring is just another night. From all these affairs, my hands are too tight. I cannot smell the scent of flowering breeze, I can't rest in the shade of whispering trees. What else is there for me in spring besides pain? Blinded with the tears, why not to complain? I don't care for lilies, basils, and roses; The door that spring opens, the winter closes. The spring is beautiful. Regret we're so blind. I lost it like my youth; I'm out of my mind. To me, this season is just a season of lie. Nothing for me to say except say goodbye. 3/16/16 Haloo