A spring comes
Thorns will be gone away...

A dove flies above this trinity's Buddhist temple
Whom do I have to say to...

Neither do I nor you have a power
Yet, everyone has chance to do it...

Earth and man are just atoms
Love and live are - again - another atoms...

Goin' to be crazy, goin' to be happy and goin' to...
Suppose to be very easy when the dove come...

I almost alone in my pasture
Yet - all of sudden--the wind blows and strange...

Seems I don't know
Seems be it OK , yet--then...

Both sides- both worlds - both love
So be it my first strange love...

So be it tough and complicated
Dove already comes to the cage though...

Never so much puts
Saddlebags on Jesus...

Thee seem being my power
The dark crow flies away...