Two zero & four-
gone in vain...

Powerful like every natural thing
you were reborn in the form...

Cursed with a stroke of agony;
so many words silently drip...

Gather my harvest,
then burn the dry field...

I'm a current of seasons,
a loose routine of uncertain...

How to unload weight
from a heavy heart...

A grove of your name
had carpeted my way...

It consumes everyone's laughter,
even the melodies of joyous music...

Let's reminisce the frightful nights of June the...
Perhaps we can walk back without shoes several...

I immerse my hands beyond
the taut surface of reason...

On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin...

Winds hardly pass
through the gaps of the window...