Every morning I woke-up
With nothing my mind-bear
Like it had been screwed-up
As my ears has nothing to hear

My eyes see nothing to catch
Like seeing violets on the sky
My heart that snatch
Pumping as if it’s on a stand by

Life never felt for me
I wished a fullness of joy
But life replied with gloomy
I kept myself since I was a

I plainly lived without feigned
Like a saint in worship
My life that signifies pureness
Yet life never made a friendship

All my dreams faded out
Like an exile in a foreign country
My thoughts turned to be thorns
Ejecting my feelings to bleed pains

Life without cheerfulness
Life with heirless
Life without fullness
Life with cureless