Somewhere, in my empty room
Every moment I'm awake...
The letter I try to write
but then I thought...
Each Spring, the mild wind will chase the snow,
The daffodils will lay a golden carpet in forests...
Most often I speak to myself...
Especially to poets and writers...
Know love! For love is what I bring,
A love that's hindered not by rules...
No more be my words forlorn,
I'm done, dispose of them for me...
Sisters... I'm thinking about you today.
I know things...
Frustration comes from her battle
She withers into herself...
A long and lonely path now lies before my feet;
Standing at the crossroads, enduring the sun's...
I remember one raining day
we wanted to be alone...
Your image is implanted,
In my mind, I am enchanted...
Would I could take a handful of people,
Dreamers of passion and keepers of love...