Alas, the stagnant past,
Fell into utter darkness.
The heart is pounding,
Opening the closed door.

Alas, the starving past,
Ability is very limited.
The policy is worn out,
Thin and lean in half bed.

Alas, the unspoken past,
Written with an unclear mind.
From a lonely God,
Avatar of deviation.

Alas, the faded past,
The attainment is inlaid.
Deluded with situation comedies,
Worn out in childishness.