The skies are ashen and sober;
The lives are caged.
It’s the most memorable year;
It’s the hard time the generation ever met.
Our talk is being serious and sober;
But our thoughts are palsied and sere.
We had inundation
Whether it was a premonition?
We mourn the death.
A hidden virus is warbling the song of death ;
Angels are witnessing corpse day by day.
But don’t give up things
Keep holding on and believe….