The night with gloom had kissed my lips
The gleaming lights are gone, my eyes are sealed
This ticking breath how long can keep
Would soon be forgotten— cold and dead.

Oh fate so cruel! What hast thou done?
Had whipped relentless blows and strikes
I have fought the battle, but now I'm gone
No one to cry there in my wake.

But 'tis so good, to be this free
This earthly grudge, will I bear, no more
And in, this sorrow, I found, glee
This, heart, can't, beat, a, morn.