it is rather exhausted
to lose sight of identity
day by day wondering
the reflection seen by eyes

when the mind is burdened
and the heart is parched up
the soul will soar above the sky
never remember to come back

it is rather difficult to handle
and fathom the agony
of seeking the soul
and losing the consciousness

when the silhouette painted
is vague and no longer seen
people remain it unseen
and will forget it in days

it is rather a burst of goodbye
and I think
it is simply considered as the death