Today, as I walk along 'tis  endless road of solitude,
I wish there would be a bit of light that would follow me through, to guide me in this lonely terrain,
For in this journey, I am still uncertain what lies ahead for me.

And as my heavy footsteps crushed on the rough surface of self-loath and disappointment,
I fear..these two would haunt me as I carry on.
I didn't dare look back even when I heard voices in a distant calling me,
Vivid fragile-figures who wave their hands to greet me tempting myself to halt.

Then, as I passed by a shady oak tree who proudly stood beside this road for over a thirty decades,
Its bark and roots are still very young but seemed to grow weak and weary.
Leaves of hopelessness, doubts, and...