The sun is set, the moon is rising in the west Birds are going to their nest Like them, my body has a secure home Other side, my soul has no home. I keep on searching for a House of Care, I find no warm, the love is rare. It's flying here and there Looking for the lovely treasure--- Love. No vacancy in the room; Therefore, I'm waiting for my ultimate doom. Passed two decades like worthless creature, I'm willing to take my final departure, Where there is no pain, No calculation of loss and gain. No tension of isolation, alienation, Happy life without frustration, but None to take me there I am living in hell forever.