A silver pot or a kettle,
i too wrecked this bottle...

Amidst oceans or mountains,
lies a gnaw in my soul...

Pretty zinias in the garden,
dance along in unified harmony...

A misconstrue
of this dreary love...

I stood shallow
in the core of my living body...

In solitude
will one take god by the hand...

Let us waltz together in moonlight,
Your arms and my arms...

Velvety white, silver strings tied,
Weaved couture aflow the side...

Land of a thousand miles ahead,
I could see greener pastures for love awaiting...

A chain through the hollow moon in endless nights,
Without a wink, I see darkness engulfing...

Once a billet-doux was taken by this beau,
An afflatus read by his beloved belle...

Life is an endless river,
A vision of our soul...