The ray of passion encloses the sky,
Absorbing good, overflowing love,
Because when good people die,
They will float up to the heaven above.
Looking out of the window,
At the maple tree in the winter,
I ask myself why something so old,
Is such a believer?
If the world were to end,
I will hold onto my breath,
And hope that the movie would rewind,
To pick up the pieces I left,
The dark oceans burst into tears,
As the weak darkness grew strong,
The reef cocked its ears,
As the Sun calls for her swan song.
A silent prayer for the moment,
Of this passing so cherished,
Of this man so true,
And in hope that this hero,
Everyday, in a corner,
I silently wonder,
When will you see the best of me,
When, O, when will you see?
Is life just like a film,
Where I follow the script with every word it says,
And the whole life is one big act?
Is life watched closely by some people only,