I
know not the font these thoughts do spring,
yet in my head these patterns ring.
the yearning pulls where I shan’t go,
so live, I must, with never know.

You
above all clouds do soar, of course,
and every talk shall reinforce.
life beckons where you next shall go,
so to the world, your talent, show.

We
try both to search our destiny
yet we again shall never be.
the ending everybody knows,
we must move on, and so it goes.