A mulit-color chart without a boundary;
An euation chalked on the board, with not solution;
A one-stringed lyre that tells the beads of rain;
A pair of useless oars that never cross the water,
waiting buds in suspended animation;
The setting sun is watching from a distance;
Though in my mine there may be an enormous ocean;
What emerges in the sun; a pair of tears.
Yes, from there vistas, from the depths, only this.
