The soap bubble shimmers white first.
This changes to blue, the blue to purple,
The beautiful red then blurs in gold,
And this fades into white. Then a tremor
Go through the delicate round and it will burst!
But more and more hollow, my life will go on
it will still be shiny like the soap bubble,
in weightless, swaying ecstasy
float into the distance with all the winds;
and if on their thin spherical shells
your heavy foggy grounds become colorful
paint it distorted to a beautiful ghost,
it becomes the throat in its highest splendor
consume of frost and loneliness,
nothing will return to your depths.