One lonely soul
Tired of life
In a small secluded cocoon
Breathing heavily in and out
Coughing constantly
Pillow stained with blood
Looking out at the window
Eyes almost closed
Counting the dried leaves fall
One by one it falls each day...
The last leaf would fall eventually..
The long wait..
Will he die?
Will he survive?

What fun it is..
He said...
to mourn in the inside
let's fantasize of the glittering world..
with colorful words

give life a cheer
give life a chance
no fun to be alone
surrounded by gloomy atmosphere..

he oftens forget...
his spiritual companion
god's eyes are watching
god's ears are listening...

I wish he'd
Call his name
Calmness in his heart
I pray he'd
Seek his assistance
His Loneliness is fulfilled...
God is true...