Death is merely an Ending

Sopping of drooping flowers,

Dim forests, dingy nights,

Death looks like a refilling fall, waiting for reunion. 

My unfilled eyes looking at the lonesome sky 

And fervidly waiting for easeful moment to die. 

Death is merely an ending. 

The taper is now burnt out, 

And pain corrodes me with a deadly rapier 

My limbs are becoming stiff, stony and sheer 

Only the fast-languishing breaths, flickering lamp 

damp and divine...

Sighs of sobbing night, inevitable hour,

Transmogrification of time, worn out flower,

Silent footsteps and luminous love afar 

Slow voice, fading and dour...

Snowy hands of spring season, I will embrace you,

My soul, my bottomless love, my syrupy dew

Dark, deep river flows inside 

And the infinite oceans poised and wide...