How can I bear thoughts
and glory of your nights
across the sky,
untwisted by the stars,
Time has not been attached
to our soul,
It didn't leave the footprints
in the Winter's snow.
Above, the heron
spreads its wings away
to reach the arches of
vain hopes,
let's not betray that journey
toward clouds,
while life is rushing like
a roaring tide.
Bind me in our Farewell
without regrets,
forgetfulness is like
a ghostly pain,
suppose, some day
we'll find ourselves,
where there are no memories,
no birth, no death.