The way

I am walking pass my lonely way

Hoping to see some gleaming ray

In the evening sky, the flocks flutter back to home

At this point of hour, I wonder why do I roam

My ardent eyes paint the picture of a lovely spring

With every night, I dream of the bright morning

I long to hear the distant temple chime

And I long to accelerate this nightly time....

But I open my eyes to see all is dead and still

There is more time to reach my home, downhill...