When I look in her eyes,
I see waves rising and falling.
They make me think of wide open skies
that are even out of my dreams.
Crystal shines with shimmers of sun,
Spikes hurt the pacific edges,
And the black hole absorbs everything.
These sangfroid eyes are beautiful.

Maybe eyes are the best creation of God.
They reflect me, and they reflect her.
Like an éclair without the cream filling,
things are stuck in her eyes.
And these things can't proclaim their pain.
Yes, she is afraid of breaking down.
And that is why words cease to exist before these sangfroid eyes.