At times I sit, within myself I look
My joy and pain, my sun and rain, I see,
As if my years are pages in a book
Well sealed, yet I set all the pages free!
At times your lofty thoughts and dreamy face
Flash back as stormy waves and crash on me,
As if I'm a shore for the yore to chase,
And scatter my past in my future sea.
At times you cross, as a warm yellow ray
My icy winter, burdened with dark clouds,
As if a pure child who just wants to play
Is passing through demonic villain crowds
How oft I sit, with a wandering mind
When your memories seek my heed, and find.
