Praying over a century
The man started to lose faith
He felt the death drawing near
It was time to drown in his wraith
He left the temple with despair
And went deep to the old forest
He wanted to die in that place
Thinking of her as the cruelest
He watered the path with his tears
Of unforgotten tragedy
He wished he could at least suffer
Her catastrophic remedy
Sun was setting when he arrived
Night had come to take him away
He sat there with the jasmine bud
It was the end of his long way
