I've had just enough time to... feel the trembling of the string of fate
Taken in an industrial loom in Yangon, Myanmar
The
silver threads of fate spins
In the
loom of the blind sisters
Trembling
under their fingers
And
another hero falls
Blind
eyes shed no tears
See no
sorrow
Feel no
fear
The
quivering threads sing
Exciting
the tender hearts
With its
seductive rhyme
And
another maiden falls
Blind
eyes reveal no love
See no
blushes
Feel no
pain
The
blind sisters chuckle
Picks
another thread, breaks it
With a
snap and attaches it again
But no
silver thread
Can mend
the
Severed
string
Of a heart
shattered
________
Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold
Shine upon my
brow today;
Life is fading fast away;
But, my darling, you will be, will
be,
Always young and fair to me,
Yes, my darling, you will be,
Always
young and fair to me.
