Sometimes ......
We feel like the world having all;
the world  having strength to **** our soul;
Which we built and which we loved;
Is going to fall with no clue to be found;
Intempting and stopping all were fine;
And all our works which kept going;
With no sympathy and with no mercy;
Always filling us only with agony;
We feel like we are left all alone;
In the fresh and cold though misery dawn.