I have been wandering around
With a blank paper in hands.
Someone said, "Souls never die"
So I noted it down.
And now I'm wondering where do they go?

Do they bloom into a flower that died yesterday?
Do the become a new feather to fly someday?

Do they become the light of shooting star?
Do they visit the unmarked heaven so far?

Do they become the pearls of ocean i have never seen?
Do they become the dew on wheat glass i have always seen?

Do they just wander around with translucent feet?
Do they vanish under flare heat?

Now someone said "maybe they are inside the paper",
Always beside me.