Missings his whispers in my ear
and the way he kisses every tear...

The world is in the sphere of your sight
It is you to select the bottomless flight...

Catch me in the wind's gust, oh day
Exchange my being for flowery seeds...

Ensnared feelings remain, to wait on time.
With grace, I let him fall to another's arms...

The paper moon that's cut by night
Masters its precise desired shape...

The day is today for me, tomorrow for him
The closeness in his eyes glaring my way...