Ode on Sorrow

Everyone has some sorrows, and is too personal;

Some suppresses it, some can't at all.

Some even keep the words in their heart holder

Everyone has some words to say, though no sound to utter.

Everyone has silent moments, as the ancient tree has;

Some keeps them under pillows like the rootless lotus.

Everyone has some sorrows, and is too personal;

Some suppresses it, some can't at all.

Everyone has a journey to make, there men't have a destination!

Like the aimless fragments circling in slow motion.

Everyone has some sorrows, and is too personal;

Some suppresses it, some can't at all.

Some sure returns like the flow of water, Meandering

Some may still feel the rippling touch in silent Evening...