It never drifted as winds do,
Never faded like the waning moon...

Lewd attempts toward drive of happiness,
Crossed the threshold of unsuspecting...

A helping hand,
for those who need...

Tossing away the ashes of youthful ferveur,
Shuttering the shutters of willful ventures...

I stepped on the fresh green grass,
feeling...

The sound of his voice reverberates,
Inside her ears it fluctuates...