Let me land beside you
beautiful butterfly...

Snows are gone.
blossoms...

Don't stretch your arms
like the branches...

Without a conscience
there is no consciousness of beauty...

It would always shine
before it is blurred with what...

Every window has been shut against me,
every door...

I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned just in my illusion...

I was really burning for your caressing hands
until I learned you were just a semblance I was...

The blankness of canvases and silence of papers
pouring over horizons...

I am not a racist
if I wish to hold on to my identity...

Which is more valid,
to be, or not to be...

It is not important
if you are right or wrong...