Life is given and forgotten,
So much sacrifice, for,
None are remembered,
Fall apart are the days so long,
One has seen too much to know,
Come and gone are the glory of life,
Days have marched in the haste,

I am still sitting on this bench,
Calm and pale as the light could be,
Delightful sunset is about to run, and,
The light that left will go at once, but,
It reminds me of the beautiful one,
Glorious, splendid and breathtaking one,

Gone or forgotten, it doesn’t care,
A life that exists for the sake of its own,
At last, I glimpsed the truth so tight,
That sunset was worth the blissful while,
I am so glad I sat on the bench,
Feast my eyes on the beauty un-wrenched,
My life is given and is forgotten so much,
For none is the regret that I shall bear.