Reincarnation
in Vain
It was confirmed he loved me not
When we bent on my family album
A picture of my teens, the only one I got
In which I looked crude, plump and dumb
I didn’t like it either; I’d lived a disgrace
But scorned by my love, more than lost face
I lost my heart the moment, never to regain
One and one meet at a same destination
After a thousand of years of reincarnation
Which, by chance of destiny, maybe in vain
if he loved me not