A more beautiful prayer of symphonies
Gently lobbing with the time
Sometimes I lay in blankets of anxiety
Anxiety about cues
cues that convey about death
even sometimes I can hear the wind and the weeds delivering the gesture
but until recently
I can survive and still play a role in this big stage
I want to live on
and watched this sport getting older
I still want to chant symphonies and prayers that define life.
And see my body weakened by the time consumed
I want to drink the bitterness of bitter life
And define everything until this time stops
Until all my senses can feel heaven
Even now I can feel it
Happiness when time crushes my body and soul
And make my body more aging
