How can the past made me broke into a pieces?
That house does not home to lean on:
There is no light, there is no happiness.
And the winter made me colder, I shall be move on:
Year by year tried to fill'd myself with couraged
And I have got nothing to complete my path;
I thought fears and misery would be eaten by aged,
Then sadness came and brought me to the death;
But the grave not welcomed me nor accepted me
"this is cursed or blessed?" I hopelessly asked;
No answers nor help to raise all of me,