Time passes by
Without any sound and
Returns back calmly to
Its hometown, eternity.

Time weeps sadly
Without any tears and
Mourns its fate going
With its fiancee, space.

I see the time and the space
With warm sincere feeling but
They refuge to see me
Without any, even cool feeling.

Oh! My God.
What shall I do?

It is no way to scold them,
Except of waiting for
Until the moment of my death
Somewhere in the world.