For a long time I’ve been here,
To let the snow melt
Upon the fallen feather of yellow magpie.
Breeze, soft like your thoughts
Digs out my soul from a secret cave,
Like the resurrection of a sweet dawn in Alaska.
Forgotten names of love
At midnight, I planted in your blood.
Now it’s your turn to open eyes
And show the world,
That life becomes bigger than sun
When you sprinkle crimson on the core of my heart.