Twilight

Abundant leaves on spreading tree
Shed some, put forth others
So are generations of flesh and blood
One dies, another is born.

Do our lives worth living 
in the face of death?
What do we want 
when breaths struggling to life?

The heart is but an empty bubble 
cast upon the far barren shore.

Like a light frost driven away 
by a storm, you and I pass from all,
but a reminder, a filtering pain of ......