I am an old soldier.





























Already, feel my memories fading,





























like whisps in the mountains.





























Whether I will really go up to the blue sky,





























or be buried deep into the dark Earth,





























I don't know. I...





























I can barely recall my name.





























But I grew up with a name,





























and once shined the fame of a general.





























When I came back home from wars,





























the crowds would open the Earth with applause.






























As the Earth opens one last time to take me in,





























as I lie dying...





























I can barely hear the sound of the grass as it rustles.





























I can barely hear the weak thumping of my heart.






























The only thing I can hear is the voices,





























the voices that tormented me my whole life.





























The angels and demons, fighting over my soul.





























Before I go,





























like the mist in the morning,





























never to be seen again.





























I want to say one thing.





























My whole life I just wanted to be ordinary.





























I just wanted to see the world like a child seeing grass for the first time.





























As I fade away,





























I don't know what will become of me.





























Maybe I will rot in the Earth,





























or maybe I will fade into the sky.





























I don't remember any of the gold medals I won.





























I can barely recall my name.






























I wish I had had the courage to be ordinary.





























To do what I wanted,





























not what my name called for.





























To do what I wanted, not what the angels inquired and the demons imposed.






























Already my voice is quivering.





























The voices in my head are getting stronger,





























my own voice getting weaker.





























My sight is failing,





























and I can only see light at the end of the tunnel.






























But I feel good.





























My heart is strong.





























I remember one thing:






























I loved,





























and I gave.