Eveanded

grant I may be

A miracle to say good-bye to this site

The sloping needs pillar to mainstay

My adventure seems an encore for the other

but I have lost it

Huge white butterfly appears in Fairland

but I have lost it

but I have lost it

Children swim in the cool lake

you are in the castle while I am living in the cachot

the mat was wet with my tears and I suffered from the

It is more usefull of holding you

Please give me the most clearest signal

I thought that you have known the smell of summer

I love your smell so seriously

the wind goes into my clothes

nobody can know my sadness

the wind flows beside my feet

the quivering leaves are my waiting zeal

by the path you may take

for five hundred years

in my most beautiful hours

A Blooming Tree