Disturb me no more

As a child there were many

To play with me always,

Many times I following many,

Many following me!

As I grew up,

Many’re gone

But I walked ahead,

To be an old man

To be all alone!

Here I lay buried now

Down under the soil in darkness

Seeing many holding wreathe in hands

to place as a tribute of fake love

No one for sure knew

I died of hunger ever!