……如乃看到的 就是那么冷
It is me. I am crazy.
Visible extinguishment
vanishing has remembered
me stand in the ends of the Earth
hears the soil seed
waiting canna flower to open again
leaves time passage other shore
not to have fragrantly the lighthouse
I still to look around
darkness to brush the white hair
to grip tightly my flare
he to come I to oneself to say
I am not afraid
me to love him very much