I think of a day
When my work is over
Truly I will retire
From the works of my hands
In my mind, the memories will fade

My loved ones will mourn
Untill the ropes are down
Their eyes will wet
But mine will be dry
No chance will be still my eyes to smile

They will sing and cherish
"The good person he was"
But as much they will say
I will sweat to the ground
To their hope, neither doubt and nor sound

Reality will prevail
That once gone, never rewind
The soil will support, the secret behind
To the days to come, only flowers will smile
The birds will swing and sing the song in sorrow

Past will be the days
When we used to play
We had to sing and dance
The words will be few
To explain the last works of the gone.