as I look back to try to remember
yesterday, full of woe and misery,
I do not hope to live the rest of life
as though I was condemned, for I cannot
formulate a way to escape this strife.
here ends the bitter sweetness of days
and years that have silently pass me by,
when everything lingers and everyone goes.
I will miss you, in this fathom of mine,
as the night goes into the morrow. and
I thank you, for all the littered footprints
you and I made on the shores of turmoil.
I could only live as long as embers
aren't subdued under the gentle night.