[male vocals] Lonely
night
The
youthful
vigor
is
gone,
burning
flames
is
now
ashes
and
dust,
bricks
laid
on
bricks
are
shadows
of
yesterday,
friends
are
dead,
some
are
weak
and
voiceless
as
you,
only
lucky
few
enjoy
the
comfort
of
their
children.
You
retired,
become
tired,
illness
becloud
your
hapless
body,
age
is
unfriendly
to
your
body.
The
lives
you
built
have
flown
away.
The
good
memories
you
built
over
the
years
stare
back
at
you
from
the
walls.
That
strong
man
is
now
a
shadow,
the
shoulders
cant
stand
the
weight
of
today.
Memory
only
recoils
the
blissful
days
fast
spent.
The
hours
of
the
day
stay
still,
lonely
days
become
long
and
boring.
You
retired,
become
tired,
illness
becloud
your
hapless
body,
age
is
unfriendly
to
your
body.
The
lives
you
built
have
flown
away.
The
good
memories
you
built
over
the
years
stare
back
at
you
from
the
walls.
He
had
retired
from
working,
tired
of
doing
something
else,
because
many
illnesses
now
becloud
is
hapless
body.
He
stares
that
long
only
empty
house,
noise
of
children
is
long
disappered,
the
door
stays
that
way
from
dawn
to
duskof
next
years.
The
phone
had
no
call,
not
even
a
miss
call.
The
wife
had
eloped
with
her
children.
The
big
house
stares
in
shadows
and
echoes
of
his
own
breathe.
The
memories
of
little
children,
families
hanging
on
the
walls
stare
back
at
him.
He
had
to
make
his
own
meal,
make
his
own
laundary
in
a
long
while,
take
a
walk
around
the
over
grown
garden.
He
called
one
of
the
children,
oh!
He
suddenly
realised
he
left
for
the
city
many
years
ago.
You
retired,
become
tired,
illness
becloud
your
hapless
body,
age
is
unfriendly
to
your
body.
The
lives
you
built
have
flown
away.
The
good
memories
you
built
over
the
years
stare
back
at
you
from
the
walls.
He
needs
help,
but
there's
none,
he
cant
climb
the
stairs
anymore.
The
house
is
unkempt,
the
tv
and
radio
are
left
idling
away.
Time
had
made
it
difficult
and
different.
He's
weak
in
years,
trembling
in
old
age.
Staring
at
deserted
road,
accepting
unfriendly
greetings.
He
walks
around
the
street
in
search
of
his
old
friends,
many
are
nowhere
to
be
found.
He
learnt
for
the
first
time
that
some
have
joined
their
ancestors.
That
broke
is
fragile
heart.
Some
he
met
cant
recognise
him,
because
their
memories
have
dwindle
the
drain
of
time
and
age.
He
spent
his
youthful
vigor
training
children,
making
good
living
for
them,
preparing
them
for
a
great
future.
They
had
the
great
future
and
flew
away
with
it.
The
man
is
old
without
the
future
by
his
side,
except
is
lonely
self.
It
hurts
to
stare
the
lonely
big
house,
it
hurts
to
see
strangers
making
your
beds
and
your
foods.
While
good
memories
only
hang
on
the
walls
staring
at
you
all
long.
The
echoes
of
your
monologue
become
your
companion.
You
retired,
become
tired,
illness
becloud
your
hapless
body,
age
is
unfriendly
to
your
body.
The
lives
you
built
have
flown
away.
The
good
memories
you
built
over
the
years
stare
back
at
you
from
the
walls.
The
injuries
hurts,
the
weight
of
years
spent
on
labour
haunts,
the
torchous
years
building
family,
budding
their
wings,
now
they
have
all
flown
away
in
search
of
good
life.
The
circle
is
endless,
only
a
few
breaks
the
jinx
of
this
vicious
circle.
While
you
are
young,
remember,
someday,
the
strength
would
fail
you.
The
beautiful
wife
and
children
would
see
you
as
another
burden,
another
stranger.
Stay
healthy,
stay
strong
for
yourself.
A
time
would
come
in
your
life.
When
silence
of
your
house
would
be
long.
The
echoes
would
resound
so
loud
that
you
would
be
the
only
echoes.
The
house
deserted,
sun
has
set
on
bricks,
time
has
gone
to
another.
The
doctor
said,
dont
do
this
and
that,
dont
eat
this
and
that,
take
this
medication,
dont
work.
The
list
of
dont's
is
longer
that
do's.
The
list
makes
life
boring
than
the
youths,
who
see
your
story
boring
as
your
staggering
steps.
You
retired,
become
tired,
illness
becloud
your
hapless
body,
age
is
unfriendly
to
your
body.