Kinsley Lee
Thou art walking on the way of the long, named as life-race.
With many mingled feelings, thou art recollecting the last days
But until now, thou never have time for thyself on the long ways
But so far, in the many troubles thy route is shined grace.
Thou have had many roles at many place.
One year had passed and the other, and forty years,
Have stolen by, it turned white both sides of ears.
And now, thou have had many badges on your face,
So far, thou have gotten the merits not thyself,
But now it's the time to dream for the new life really.
The future journey, let's go with for thyself,
And let us shake hands with lovable and dependable family.
The road left us will be and make an end in itself
And let's walk the road to see the landscapes at freely.
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