144, I ask myself

I ask myself
where is Youth gone
the trembling wrinkles said :
Youth wants to flow away
we cannot stop it
even though we weave into a net and stacks into a pile

I ask myself
Where is the love gone
empty heart said
it can escape without trace even though i locked the door of heart

i ask myself
what do i still have
youth in the woods said
years changed into the impregnable trunks

i ask myself
what do i still have
love in the garden said
life itself is always rose