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.