Each night, I sought
Thy essence of purity
For each night, I thought
You shall come and cleanse

Empathy within ablaze
You are no longer near
Sympathy towards who?
I? A mere man of deceit?

Thy content beauty pierced within
Oh wandering -- pause for thy moment
Thrust the handbrake and see
See how thy pale skin glows in thy dark
Darkness enlightened my everydays

The multicolored outlet has come, it flounders beauty
At last, Spring it is! The flowers speak on their own
Love is between every grasp of fresh sky and matter

Is it I, who begs for privileges incomprehensible to thee?
Is it the moral truce based between thy hearts of blackening?
Is it thee, who pleads of privileges of incomprehensible solitude?

Appearance of your bluntly described figure
As your gentle hands play with the wine glass
Your hands show not of work
For you have never ever cut an onion before
Bronzed hair fool