On my way here...

Summer days have past..

Autumn had waved her last goodbyes...

Winter awaits me...

Sending her chill into my body...

Will I even last?

Bustling streets...

Filled with passers-by...

Ignorant of their surroundings..

Ignorant of my well-being...

Have I become a lower life form?

Lady Luck had gone..

Beyond my weary vision...

And so is Maiden Health...

Yet why do I still...

Hide this from others?

Why do I still put up an act...

That could cost me my life?

Time is running out...

I do not have much time with me...

On my way here...

Will I falter at half the distance?