A grief rolling over like a thunder

Disillsion on disillusion in the end

Good or evil, doom or survival

Not for any cause of love's arrival

And not carry any praise or blame

Just take it like a playful game

Not on hold a glass-like heart

It won't bring out an overnight fame

Worth waiting one thousand years

For a staid rival of soul; as a soul

Never has a mate, misunderstood
Represent human's nature plus pride

Be my rival! I will show you humble

Shall we indulge in the intriguing gamble
Untill the two souls get out of anguish

Into the quiet grave no more languish