Somewhere, in my empty room
Every moment I'm awake...

The letter I try to write
but then I thought...

Each Spring, the mild wind will chase the snow,
The daffodils will lay a golden carpet in forests...

Most often I speak to myself...
Especially to poets and writers...

Know love! For love is what I bring,
A love that's hindered not by rules...

No more be my words forlorn,
I'm done, dispose of them for me...

Sisters... I'm thinking about you today.
I know things...

Frustration comes from her battle
She withers into herself...

A long and lonely path now lies before my feet;
Standing at the crossroads, enduring the sun's...

I remember one raining day
we wanted to be alone...

Your image is implanted,
In my mind, I am enchanted...

Would I could take a handful of people,
Dreamers of passion and keepers of love...