Oh dear, if you could read my mind,
my thoughts would be galaxies lost in the...

Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...

Time,
has always been keeping me on the clock...

O rain, O rain, who ever often greets my days,
And in my garden, showers joy upon my flowers...

Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
in fields that people often dare not walked...

You were fire? No, you were water.
And in you, I dove...

Where has my imagination gone?
It used to be like bees...

Bouncing like a ball
on hallway while mother shops...

First, I was a can of soda,
bubbly and sweet...

I Wanna be gone where humility
And humbleness exists...

I never imagine that some kind of physical pain
could make me feel like an old turtle...

Oh mother gracious!
What is this...