It was very musical though it was soundless.
everything in garden...

The bouquet of flowers
I offered you...

The bouquet of wild white flowers
that I tendered you...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

Woods are born to burn
It is the trees burning to...

Sometimes, escapes from you as fast as you are...
sometimes, dives in you...

In the darkness,
all the inks in the world...

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

It is so corroding to ask an alchemist
to give up alcohol...

I am only your opposite
not your enemy...

They don't mean their words
words for them are contests of...

I remember my future
if I see my past in a different degree...