Every night my sleep is long
You are incarnate as the root of the nerves
Touch the whole head of my head
Bring into a gray mind
Every morning I wake up short
You are transformed into a bird's chirp
Greet sweet under shady trees
The cursed will you
Do not you feel that I miss
See your face and your smile too
Because the body and the heart are separated
And I can not destroy the distance of power
