the pale blue sky shines bright upon the riverbank where we lay,
soft are the noises that the melancholy birds sing.
the hot sun embraces me,
our weeping willow parasols flowing a top.
i'm under the burdensome hex known as love,
holy and high.
abyssal butterflies, let me feel you, let me know you,
my madness destroys any chance, it is a curse.
i wish i could give you roses, kiss you below the star's luster,
rest dear my tenderness,
for i do not know when we shall meet again.