Time To Backpack
Time To Backpack1 min 110 1 min 110
As a Lotus-eater, I was lost in the merry land;
Yet, the time never misses its seasons,
The Autumn stole away greens and colors!
I remember it is time to begin the voyage,
Yet, as I am rarely on the happy halt;
I waited for the time to bring back the season,
The Winter starts to freeze -
All the leftover lives around me;
It is biting cold and piercing pain!
Voyager has neither time nor luxury
To choose longer halts and relationships.
Indeed, it took a decade for this halt!
Backpacking with the frozen memories
Of chirpy blossoms of the spring;
As the fragrant flavorsome flowers are far,
Journeying towards the land of betrayals,
Of sunny summer heat that burns lives;
Leaving breezy embraces of weather,
And warm cuddles of greenery...