Summoned by the Past

Once the sun blows its warmth
I stood on its breeze
Gazing back all the moment
Drifting silence in a seek

None would bother
None be bothered
Remain silent should I prefer
With persevered steps won't I remorse

Most hatred which embedded
Spell the bliss to be created
Call out all the hopes
Revealed the untold

Every pieces which has left
Each part which has last
Be hold in my skin
Be history of my win

Below my wisdom in the valley of my journey
Yet I step ahead
Nor reverse to back
I stand precisely instead

[Modification of "Lembah Kehampaan"]