I am a migrant bird
of your beauty...

Music is when sun and earth make love,
the waltz...

With you I'm begun,
no more a phantom...

I soak in the clear well of morning dues
to bespatter...

Two worthy opponents
two opposite dancers...

Stretching our branches to prospect
spreads our roots in the pasts...

Fleeing from herself,
the teeny timepiece kitty...

We keep on going
for we are not really...

Resolving past in future
that is why...

The furthest from you
is a place nearest to you...

A man without believe is lost.
But all of the atrocities in the world...

I brimmed mine with wine
but only your empty glass...