An old, weak man stares into thin air with his lifeless gray eyes.
He gazes at the bright stars, communicating with them through sighs.
He questions his life, â??Why did things turn out the way they are?â??
With all the anger, sorrow and hatred, life is a disease.
The man reflects through mental conversations and stares at the constant rain.
He hopes the purity and the freshness can wash away all his pain.
The man canâ??t build on from such a distorted position, full of starting ends.
Totally isolated, never social, canâ??t count on any friends.
His memory is extraordinarily vague as the wind is playing with his thoughts.
The manâ??s existence seems completely useless, without a reasonable purpose,
like a book without a title or any identification.
He tries to seek the truth, â??What is the whole point!?â??
Now his teeth stick out like chalk, he is filled with suicidal hate.
Suddenly he realizes a shooting star, representing change and excitement with the sky.
He finally discovers the meaning and jumps up for joy.
His hair flies like silk as heâ??s having fun with his conclusions, as though it were a toy.
The meaning of life isnâ??t about the negativity you experience, he considers.
Itâ??s about the happiness and bright times that stick out.
The energized, bold man looks at the world around him,
examining every bit with his wild and eager eyes!
