• saw the flaming lion,
• so short and proud.
• a face so bright
• when cracking a smile  

• summons the moon light.

to let him open my bottle
and let him touch my veins
penetrate my disturbing thoughts,
but did not find my pain.


empty bodies stand still by my side
clocks remain the same, a foreign needs his guide.
for the main subject was misjudged by bold-eyes
gods await to hear the violet joyful cries/