Will Leave

When the day is going to the cage 

We will meet again

When the stars are closing eyes

We will meet the end.

Day and night might embrace 

We may never

Go to the edge of life,

Keep the middle always.

Don't count the Tombs of moments 

That may be count of deaths,

Bubble of last unstable deed 

power of inability.

My society of sad 

"smell of past"

Colour of darkness and the fire of poverty

All are left, leaving, will leave from the

living property of God once.