Now stricken down, with age withering away
Time, still young races on, laughing at me
No more joy, laughter and parties
Lived my part of life, which had its share
Yes, will return to that faraway place I call home 

Tasteless food to keep this tired heart pumping 
Cold water my choice drink nowadays 
Blanket and fire warm my best friends of all
All pleasures come to end and looking forward to
That faraway place I call eternal home