The truth somehow
will catch up with me
even though away I hide
or live for a century--

I tremble and I fear
it shall not set me free
I can feel deep inside me
it shall judge without pity-

it would have been too late
to reverse my past history
( excuses are the utterances of cowards)
I would be left the unredeemed person to be--

old age is the truest awakening
it would die for pure love and beauty
alas, the once lush meadow is now covered
with weeds---I am alone and my heart is heavy.