stealthily and slowly aging steals youth from life. it is as cold as deep dark winter night with you in a lonely road you walking.
i can hardly recognise me.
the pleasures of childhood and romances of youth has gone in remote past and gone forever.
i can not hardly remember the face once i met with in my childhood.
my hands has denied to walk and my feet forget to stand.
wrinkle and dark patches of aging now live on my skin.
many life energy has burned to coal.
what has only left is the ashes of despairs.
there is hardly anyone to hold me. there is hardly anyone to wipe my tears.
the friends have forger to meet.
i am a white man sitting on...