As a small flower that always lean toward the light, your soul moves between the stars. And I know that in addition to the tiny of each world, there is between the stars, we meet.

Inside the house,
you are home.
In the garden,
you are the flowers.

She is the poem,
is lover,
is soulmate in my heart

is darkness,
is beauty like stars in the sky,
is endless …
and dance of love.

Far away,
listening to the waves on the boat.
I call your name again and again before the dawn.

A melancholy and a fortune charm
The tale of history I love you
Forest every conversation, eyelids closed.
The wind burns in flame to medium.
However, everything is still secretly spinning,
a guard, thorn in the heart ..
It checks the story opens the truth.