I have reached a certain stage
Life says “live for others”
I don’t know where to stay
In this world of thousand sorrows
Can’t tolerate a child’s cry
Can’t see the disabled strive
It’s hard to see precious life dry
World is like a living grave
Eyes are so flooded with blood
Face seems dull, pale and charmless
Still few others are feeling good
With wealth, money, aren’t they shameless?
I can help as much as possible
And fee, its few miles for a milestone.