So long time I haven't been here.

So long time I haven't written anything.

 

When sand turns into rock,

Wreckage becomes fossil,

Ocean turns into plain,

I know the permenant truth of nature's variation.

When regularity becomes natural,

Wondering lazy I am as a habit throughout my life,

I dare not let it be and change it as a duty of myself.

 

Cosmos is changing every minute and second.

Little as I am in the world as a common being.

What I hold is what I own,

Whatever others belong to me or not. 

 

Socrates said, know yourself!

I cried, who I am!

Only know a fragment of myself,

Dare no one else know himself better than gods.

 

''Old longings nomadic leap,

Chafing at custom' s chain;

Again from its brumal sleep,

Wakens the ferine strain.''