It feels like standing
On a bed of thorns
After seeing so much suffering.
People around me pass by
Making their own fortunes
They say good-bye.
I've stood on this thorny bed for so long
I've lost faith
I've lost all hopes of being strong.
My friends have found success.
But even after struggling hard
My life is still in a mess.
I've stood alone all through the years.
I've suffered, I've struggled
I am not going to win, it appears.
To me the Jasmine has become odourless
And my life seems
Monotonous and meaningless.
After feeling my last heart-beat fall
I ask myself
'Am I the most unfortunate of all? '.