For too long, i have wept upon this grave.
Fresh soil which given Life to many beings,
so long till the roses have grown upon my tears.
Filled with ideals, and too my lost of hope.

As i stood and gaze upon its headstone,
look long and weary upon her name,
fleeting memories and memoirs,
blown by the words of ‘If’.

and now i realized
How tired have i become?
for wasting tears
On an empty casket.