crushes down
or freezes out
other inhabitants
rushes out
but how I can move?
where is the shame
to die in which place
once I took birth
and sent deep
my roots
and where I place my foot
on every step
from childhood to manhood
here once I bloomed
hundred flowers
and proposed to my first love
and give birth to new leaves
from here I knew
how to sail out a sea
though my soul knows
very well that
this boat getting old
some nuts at joints
loosened and junked
and it will immediately sink
yet it wants more
as age is nothing
heart is repaired a new
like its childhood age
and it fears nothing
even to embrace death.