|Today, my heart is cold in the bare air, |
the light, once bright, seems dim,
it seems meaningless to ascend a stair
and purposeless a seedling to trim.
Today, I'm enveloped by gloom
perturbed by those rays bright,
not having any more room
for an endless needless plight.
Life's meaningless, so is death,
aimlessly moving to and fro,
the heart breaks with a single breath
descending to below.
An endless entering of more doors,
discarding & ignorance of powers,
wandering along endless floors
hated by people, but greeted by flowers,
stale is the pale air here,
beauty goes beyond what eyes see,
would I have been nobler as a queen
assembling useless knowledge curiously?