On the canvas of blue She blooms an’ dances; In every five minutes She chang’d 'er appearance ; Making the world cold
Atween Gracy an’ I, There was a bridge. A bridge of feelings That was fabricat’d by Merging our feelings
Upon The darkling sky Scattered with million stars I solemnly Was walking there.
Do love To the stone It will overt into God Do love To the river
Tell me babe What should I say To those innocent feeling Who are waiting you Placing their chin
Life is More or less Like the paintings Of Vincent— Mysterious,
Never The words let me be lonely; Whether it’s the bleak fall Or the verdant spring, Always they circumambulate me.
Despite of a small Heart The love I do was precious But you didn’t realized; There is still yo’ name, your name in my heart;
I see words Floating on the rivers So I love siting aside of river; I see words On the every leaves
Already, The time of birth and The time of death were fixed;But also They comes With full of dreams
No longer The rainbow can Pervade my heart With full of joy; No longer
The world is full of lovers; But——Except on the tongue, We can find love nowhere. The world is full of scholars But——Except on the certificates,
Tell me not, “ I love you “ For I am afraid of L-word. All I know is: Love is damn venomous And will kill our bird
Clouds, Be the shape of my doxy As you became On the days of yester; Breeze,
FOR I HAVE TO ENERGIZE… I would be somewhat okay Or might be invalid, If I mapped “Mister ECZ” In your suffocating coordinates.