With the meadows l stretch out with a blooming flowers
Lover of florae, come let me pluck firm roses for you,
Nevertheless not ever returned through that path,
Beautiful lilacs have blossomed by the touch of you,
The wind so calm and sweet-scented wind,
still no respond has touched me from you,
I preserve you, Oh! my lover of flowers still longing for you,
What if you not ever felt the same for me my love,
What if I couldn't see me in your beautiful blue gaze,
Still you will endure the last journey's close my grail,
Knotted to you till infinity Not a emotion can change the purpose,
None can scrutinize the gashes on the soul,
Will Lord ever perceive the devotions that I have whispered..?
In a brief journey ,where imaginings cross dusk amid of natural and decease,
Will he securely convey me through Bidding to breathing bit more, what else can
I say ?
It showers rains as I engrave, Oh! my crazy mood be bold,
In the all God's creatures where desire resounds
in contrast to the clouds of courage....
You'll always run the leas of my mood,
to light the grazing land of my hope.
