With each kiss
Gentle as his hands' work...

Always so negligent of life
Yet so intrigue of the sourrounding...

I stand as human
Thou my attributes say less...

Words echo in my mind
as i wonder why me...

Am consultant to the great and small, in fact all...
Politicians and civilians, housewives and maidens...

It's only I, be blamed
Once I told myself I could do it...

I want to write a poem......
Of course about him...

There is no greater sorrow
Than the feeling of loneliness...

Warm as each smile seen
It can be carried only in memory...

My Love
Won't you take my arm into yours...

I think it's sad
To live without purpose yet struggling in all...

I see what you see, dream the same dreams
Long for the some desires, and will with the same...