O world, where is your promise
Which pushes me to cross boundaries
I wish No farewell for my lovers
The dreams, lure me to always draw
A perfect picture all my life through
With great alacrity without being tough
Since I hold my feather closing my eyes
the dreams in my mind flies
and becomes only part of memories
World revolves like a gyre
all things appear to be a mire
one must achieve one’s aims alone
but how to forsake smiles which I can’t do without
no warm feeling means no life
how can we open an oys

