I see me in mirror,
Feel happy tremor!
Where is my pain?
Only hear sound of rain!

Hey gipsy lad!
Your cyclonic eyes make me mad!
This desert is all smiling sand!
That thrills my mind and gland.

What a direct stare!
Should I avoid or care?
I feel like leaping deer!
Will I advance toward near?

O past! let me forget you!
My tears won't be morning dew.
Now I will embank my eyes!
And my mind will break all ties.

Come up Deluge! float my mind!
Let past memories and Love be ruined.
Gipsy boy! Let's leave home!
Only we'll frantically love and roam.