Every night it is the same;
I love yous leave her lips...

The sun ascends over the horizon,
As if it carried a concealed paintbrush...

At the end of day
I lie down in my bed...

Come and take a look in my eyes
Look past the image of you that you will see...

Alderliefest,
Doth this note find thou's own hands...

Many a-times I've been asked,
Offering of a hand...

When I first had the pleasure
of meeting your kindred spirit...

The golden brilliance in the sky,
graces us with it's presence, smiling...

There is a grace,
none matched by four paws...

On the tip of the horizon,
Reading an unreliable map...

From afar a wolf cries--
echoing mournfully...

In this world that seems desolate and bleak
Why won't you help me see, what inspires me...