Reincarnation in Vain

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