In the midst of a dusk
I saw apiece of Broken Moon.
On the top of it was you, sitting
By a hand on gloomy face
At that face I saw a drop of dew,
Oozing from your eyes to lips.
Soon then came a breeze of Ethan's
Lift that drop on deep of my Heart.
Grew from it a tree of Jasmine
Made it smell a feel of Hope of Land.
On foot of it I made a hut
Placed a worthful mind in myself.
Then came there a Golden Birdie
Sang a song as"She is for you,She is for you."
Cloudy maids of you at Moon Piece
Sang back it as "She was for you,now not at all."
These songs made me sing-off a song
Whether it would be pathos or not

Here is that song
The rhythm of my heart

At a way on wishful life-land;
Royal girl one joined me.
Young and healthy mind of mine;
Allow her to share my life.

In a darkest eve of that trip

Monsters eating loving hearts;
Irked my peaceful love and joy.
Starring wishes bothered me,
Standing in a crucial point.

Yielding dreams are now on my mind
Owing them to live on my past
Under scoring that is this words.