Ripened by night the profound sea, as a huge archaic mirror embracing a pasture for reflected star
Beneath the stage of luminous enthusiasm, wavelessly rising your meditation, which unrequitedly falling in love with the moonbeam
Withering somber luna, as the faint Cupid shooting an arrow of ice into an auroral mirage with shining rosiness
Ought to feel out eternity the lily wings, finally turned out to be the feeble oar knocking the ebb rootlessly
Affection inexhaustible braveness and endless scrupulousness But what are these amongst us? - The tacit contract between sunrise and seaside; also the blurry distance between darkness and dreamland
Considering the tomatoes Sunshine turns the grapes to wine We have 27 tomatoes standing in a line Waiting to be burnt and blushing to the sun
But too much sunshine makes me taste too sweet But if I jump now I will lose my green feet You have got to be mature enough to be squeezed To juicy sour and loosely sweet
The uneven sentimental of adolescence, as the spring leaf with tender sawtooth; Will you please, let poetry take place of numbers to reckon our memories?
When sunset bestows that rearward glance with golden sight; melting my eyes is the reflux of our youth.