At this moment, where are my companions of old
I can but see cold dust rise where we once leisured.
Withered leaves pile on the lone grave stone, the dusk is sombre and mild.
I sigh again, but I’ve no supporter in my drunken stupor; where is my bed?
I pace about with violent contemplations; I am overcome with emotions.
Out last meeting was brief and riddled with altercations
The contradiction arose from misinformation.
Here you mocked savagery, there, I retaliated with unequaled tenacity
Now you are no more, I regret the weeping streams spreading to infinity.