Tomorrow I 'll be feeding birds.
I am old enough, my soul needs it .
So tired of my empty heart
my kindness, goodness will fulfill it.
I am so harsh , I 'm so rude.
This attitude is not to Heaven.
I saw already face of death
and wish I could make vivid changes.
My deeds aren't bright ,
my swear words
humiliate and full of passion.
I wish I had a joyful mind
my help I hope will be taken.