This could one day be the saddest lines ever written?

And 'this is the perfect time to write a poem sad?
Raining hard, feeling like a bard
Holding a pen, lost in thoughts
Effusion, like raindrops gently and quietly
Kissing on the grass lawn yard

As always, I'm alone and lonely
Nine months have passed, but everything is pretty much the same
Now would never give birth to laughter and joy?

I will remember this day
As the saddest year of my life?
This could be the most only the leaves of my diary?
Should this be the darkest part of my biography?

Suddenly a black-haired squirrel sneaks into the field
Looking for something to eat or perhaps checking the raindrops

But in my mind, is just one solitary squirrel
By placing a man wandering in his mind ...
Or it could be a lonely man staring at a
Squirrel wandering in the rain

Anything ... does not matter anymore
When feelings are overwhelming
The reasons do not count after all

I came at a time when the joys and sorrows,
The fun and pain of my past
Pour down like rain

The stillness of the trees
The coldness of the wind
The numbness in my heart
The monotony of the rain
The sadness of my childhood
The arrogance of my youth

These are reasons for this perfect moment?
I'm really only in this type of situation?
O I'm just expressing something natural and universal?
That every human being, animal or plant
You damn most of their life with the solitude and loneliness
And with the desire to belong to someone or
With others of their race

Is there really happiness after sadness?
There is loneliness after being together?
There's membership after the loneliness?
There is a heaven or hell after death?
Or is it just the sad state of default
Where every attempt to escape?
While Heaven and Hell are the only '
Personification of everything good and evil on Earth?

And 'this really the perfect time to write a sad poem?
This could one day be the saddest lines I've ever written?
I could then one day be among
The saddest poets have ever known?

Suddenly a black crow perched on the backyard fence
Braving the rain, just to celebrate his own piece of grain;
While I:

Still the same man of hope with a pen in his
Hand and a heart full of dreams

Because I am a Hong Yong Yan zhi hu
'Little sparrow with dreams of swans'

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"That's all. Far away, someone sings. Away.
My soul is lost -
"The same night whitening the same trees.
We who have been, we are not the same anymore. "
-Pablo Neruda, "saddest lines"

- 09:00, Wednesday, May 26, 2004;
Surrey, British Columbia
While listening to "Tragic Comedy"
Immaculate Fools ('Dumb Poet', 1987, A & M)