I may give up on something very soon,
before the moon
sets on the other side of the horizon.
Even its beauty can’t make me change my decision.
I can’t exactly explain
why am I feeling
so disappointed and disheartened
but I am unable to find my zeal again.
I thought this year will be good to me
but I am shadowed by such thoughts
right in the beginning.
I want to give up on everything.
I want something to hold on to
except myself as I am hopeless.
I can’t help considering death
to serve best of my interests.