reminiscences tolerate, I know not better to lay in this bed; to abandone what illusion veil my eyes
I need not but inquiry for what I walk for
the cherry blossoms bloom- they die off like a memory of past yesterdays; a void in the long trail- never looming
as we watched the starry spectrums- you fade like a silhouette dancing in the jet black; you need not web into my heed; I need not but a false happiness to make thy liquored with glee
The shorelines recede- the years limbo like saint at west
this false film- look for me tomorrow to find thy a fleeing winter to summer, a reliving encumbered with what doth the slightest absence.