I think
I have collected the whole world
But
The bag is empty with nothingness
The match I was playing to my latest rest
To die only the life in earnest
The shadows of vanity
Lived in another’s breath in a withered spring.
The winter night shivering in snow
Lifting up the tearful eyes for another disappearance
Warmth gives the illusion of fire once again
To melt into the untruth of a lying messenger.
The unarmed wise looser
Fights with his tears in the battle field .