I sit at my bed, cold to the feet.
Sickness has come and gave me no ease.
My love, you are at my side,
Holding my hands as cold as ice.
I stare at the wall opposite to my
room.
There it is! The ivy vine also once at
bloom.
Small yet strong, we spread our arms
for our dreams.
Yet we remained dependent to the wall
we yielded.
But we are same, weak and feeble,
In time we slowly withered.
Our arms and vines have found its
boundaries,
Yet the wall was unnerving to show our
fragility.
We both bloomed in our lives
Gay springs and everlasting summers,
Now we’re at our autumn and cold
winter.
The last leaf, clinging for its life,
I’ll also cling to mine for the last
time.
So I’ll wait patiently for the last
leaf to fall,
And alas! My last breath I’ll draw.
