If longing has many small hands they get cheerful and grow at night as owls have eyes with moonlight Dream is meant to be fulfilled beyond as river could not catch but waves could reach as snow could not bury but could melt inside out If the frail couldn't be more beautiful it is the tenderness couldn't be more lovable it is the resonance to the untouchable breath and heartbeats speaks the essence of petals and fragrance of spring in speechless dew drops or in joyful rain drops