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.
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