Shagreen of the goblet of existence
You did not fulfill my desire...

I became a fruit on a branch,
A rock in the palm of a child...

Teardrop is a covert
Grin is a secret...

Come
Come visit me sometime...

Compared to your ocean of love,
It seems that I am a mere drop...

A torch in my hand,
The light in front...

They smell your mouth
Lest, you have said "I love you&quot...

I was there
I recall, you know...

A turbulence gap in between two eternities;
two unknowns...

I am not who I am,
Nor who I am is me...

Now I believe
My heart has never been this red with the ambers...