Showering with hair a rain from falling dream,
covering with a blanket of silvery curtain.
Why you don't play with me? In fact you so are fine.
But, only warmly falling down to the sleeping ground.

The cold of stars flickers in a sleeping nest.
To lie down between stones, asking frankness

Father
My guide
This song
Final

The trembling of intention strokes the hidden palms.
Leaving hoarfrost on new clothes and directing up.
In a hiding of memoir and the raging eternal river.
Look at the reflection in a cloud and forgive for ever.

The cold of stars flickers in a sleeping nest.
To lie down between stones, asking frankness
Soon night will call back, present only one smile,
but lips are fastened by seal of oblivion.

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