What happened once, repeated twice
Once I placed my oath on an empty stone
More would soon persuit and upload it
Why is the first, always came at the last?
Despite the branches were trimmed?
The song of praise and sense of duties were gone sooner than before?
Why my will has diminished?
But a promise is a promise, no shed of cowardice and hesitation.
Growing as much time has pass, beautiful and tragic.
Wish me luck... and good luck you.
Sorry for writing it in poem, I find it interesting despite my lack of interest in writing one...