My life is empty;
As empty
As a box of old under-wears,
Thrown as a trash on an empty road.

What went away can never be back again,
What disappeared in the void can never be touched again,
What has died can never be alive again.

It slips through our fingers
Turn to dust
And evaporate.

Just like all sensations fly
All passions die
All feelings just melt away.