Half awaken with red eyes half closed
A white soul quietly retaken
The yellow garden withered and black wind
Laughed at summer’s forsaken
An overloaded heart poorly jumping
At the gate of moor
For locating an anguish love feeling
Upon the exit of roar
The fever gone nowhere to trace
Like a dew under the sun
The tide of ocean ebbed with halobios
Believe its brave return
Where to see the shadow of flowers?
The moon hidden in dark
Who to tell the mood of thrilled spirits?
A rose sighed in a night of sleepless
