I want to live with a round ground sound proof wall and dome;
Wherein I can write my masterpiece that is made up of poems.
I will share the story of my yesterday;
Looking back from somewhere I never want to stay.

Time passes but still missing everything;
A slow and sad melody I used to hymn and sing.
But wait, I will tell another kind of story,
The tale of today that would never be the same as my history.

I will now compose another kind of piece,
A taradiddle that is full of love and peace.
Cant imagine my future to end up in tragic again,
Prepared for everything to avoid hatred and pain.