THE RESTART AGAIN

The time to asleep

I could never make awake.

The time to awake

I could never make aware.

The time to sojourn

I could never make adjourn.

The time to seek life

I could never take one.

The time to relax

I could feel the return.

To the young ages

The ladder ways up to the top.

I left all credentials

To redress in the early games.

The time to read

I could feel the restart of life.

The time of disappointing

I could meet the repackage.

The time makes a jackpot

I could see all numbers a luck.

The time I am alive

I could restart again again.

The time is never too late

I could be kind and generous

The time may be little

I could do a lot again and again.

What had started a journey

Had never been oblated.

The time of aged era

Alike as the recent in emblishing.

The sun is never changed in rising and in setting,

The thousands of years the moon is the same.