Smooth morning whiteness
Do not cut a day in silence.
Robe or maybe near
But as well as that
At the end of the game of light
The sun rises and laughs.
Saying deep love
Do not let go of dreams.
These days are spent
Cotton flying dream
Manobo today, no baron
Happy Happiness
All morning prayer
If you worship only
You start with, you end up
Remains obscure even though.
