Cruel Fate.

Two decades have gone, I moan looking back to the time that has gone.

I have grown a thick mustache just like those of my father who has gone.

I look back to the past and smile like a young lady who has fallen in love remembering how my father used to rub his clean shaved chin when I used to sleep unusually long. 

Oh! how cruel is fate that we can't return back to the time to live the moment that has long gone by? 

drops my tear when I recall my childhood time even though I have yet to grow senile? 

My mother is sick day by day having lost her smile and constant cough she makes make me realize life is uncertain and the fear of old wave hitting back wakes me up in the middle of the night with tears dropping from my eye.

Oh! how cruel is fate I can do nothing but watch everything standing by the side?

Oh! how cruel is a life that has created a wall of fate that I cannot cross by?