I stand a warrior,
Not by a granting wand...

Usually on to the top of the house
I crept during those summer nights...

Born to sun and moon blessed
and nursed by mighty mars...

There lived a stone
All useless with moss gathered...

Artists die; their art never dies
Trees die; their wind never dies...

Traveling laugh but jokes apart,
lets talk of something...

Every-time every droplet of rain,
Reminds me of our love again...

My teacher is a gardener
For her every student is a seed...

Oh my Mother give me your sight
A sight that will end my fight...

I don't know where I am walking
I don't know where I go...

The forest is silent,
Without noise, without cheer...

Remain in my heart,
Like a shining a pearl...