# Trails Of Time

Life has etched my face with wrinkles.
I call them "paths of time".
Traces of pain, of sorrow and tears,
of love lost, from those heavy years...

Traces of breath-stealing moments,
when I poured out all my purest love.
How often I wanted to hold them back!
Man is born to seek happiness...

I am changed now...My hair has turned silver...
I know my essence is mortal...
The paths of time dwell within me.
But there is no path that leads back...