You love to see me cry,
It's surprising that
I'm rude to say bye.

Can a poet be forlorn?
So many things in nature
Welcome me each morn.

Whether you love me or not,
That's a trifling matter,
Journey of life is beyond dot.

I defy to move round you,
The universe is big enough,
I can't wait in wrong queue.

Every chain should be broken,
My soul will fly high,
Nothing can stop it or sicken.