Sunny meadows, buttercups on fire
Beautiful birdsong...

Beautiful ghost shinning in the dark
Her silver hair flowing...

She caught the breath before it left
Those harsh sweet words without a sigh...

From beneath the shaded tree
I lay there reading, thinking, dreaming...

A peaceful atmosphere
created in light...

Blank canvas
It whispers for a touch...

The evening falls through a shadows pane
Glancing out of the window at my garden again...

The years pass by
My life goes on...

Begin
From a mere glance...

Lying on my single bed
I gaze hazily at the ceiling...

Silently I waited
Soundlessly I cared...

As the salty pearl
Drops down my cheek...