Sky.

once,looking at the sky

there some eagles fly

lost in thought

let me back

.

come to the past

here is my choice

even if improtance ignored

from the east sun rises

.

an end to the past

has been put

I am myself still

well I've really lost

                  .                       

green as the mountain is

not any more living

trees waving

saying nothing

flowers blown

silent keeping

.

why the thing

is so extinct

for the way for timing

I am used to applying

.

all of a sudden I cry

as sorrowful as a boy

realizing it just a nightmare

knowing future is over there

.

the past has passed

while something still left

remaining forever photos in heart

.

.as time goes by

not a boy but a guy

deeply printed in my heart

the real meaning of time

..

Once looking at the sky

still some eagles fly

but I smiled and said

with my time

I have my own sky