Sitting in the sand watching how the sun sets,
Listening to the tides reminds me of the dreadful sins,
Those sins cause regrets,
In my youth is where it begins,
My actions and a saint would be hard to contrast,
Those days have ended at last.

"Sorry," was a word I never used,
It explains why I cause her grief,
Her patience and tolerance I abused,
Now it is late to say sorry,
Her body change like the autumn leaf,
Rest in peace and be at glory,
Now nothing would get her worry.