Terminal
Come in white with simple mind
Might vanish with thousands of hardship, difficulties and teary-eyed
Never ever quarry and ask why those things occurred through the different channels
That's the cruel reality , hard-life for some people once reached to the terminal
Try to treasure and value the loved ones, relatives and friends always
Then slip away with less sorrow and minor regrets before the final day
Lucky and fortunate one used to go a bit earlier and quite fast
Left behind the lonesome, sweet and sour memories to survivor, I beg I'm not the last
On the 8th of July you had completely gone with the peaceful and the loving wind
But your saying, doing and love will remain in my heart as a sweet hint.
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