All the nights sway in sleepless mode
now I feel the heaviness of life moving so tight.
If all these I come across are truly angels
who today prefers to select heaven in delight?
If all the seasons swing on colors of autumn
who embraces the other seasons in delight?
The relation between one human and the other
should continue in brightening stints
and the car of our future columns
must parade in streams of joy even in twilight.