I see heaven shining
On your lips
And fleeting wind
Dims your eyes, gazing
My loyal face
Do I glare dazzling bride?
No, I only discern
The nails of ecstasy
Scratching the face
Of your melancholy
Upon the cloud
Below the sky, my future bathed
And lift my heart to touch
Tyndal cloud, raining it
With your serene saliva
The miracle
Which grows on your emerald eyes
Breaks magic chain
And release me
To dwell in your heart
To the end
Yes,I am certain
My heart will utterly win
The wedlock trophy
From the palms of dudes
