i sit at my bed, cold to the feet,
sickness has come and gave me no ease.
my love you are at my side,
holding my hands as cold as ice.

i stare at the wall opposite to my room,
there it is!the ivy vine also once at bloom.
small yet strong,we spread our arms for our dreams,
but we remained dependent to the wall we yielded.

but we are same, weak and feeble,
in time we slowly withered.
our arms and vines has found its boundaries,
yet the wall is unerving to show our fragility.

we both bloomed in the our lifes
gay springs and everlasting summers,
now we're at the end of our autumn
and cold winter.

the last leaf clinging for its life,
i'll also cling to mine for the last time.
so i'll wait patiently for the last leaf to fall,
and alas! my last breath i'll draw.