Am I weeping? No, no,
Dew dropping seems so.
Not eyes, trees are showing dew flashes,
Wind is swinging leaves, the eyelashes.

Dew is dropping all the time,
The naughty wind's reciting rain rhyme.
Two eyes dreamt a lot,
Dreams swept away by dew's plot.

I dream dream and search dream,
Planning after planning I scream.
The very dew rolls down,
Making my dreams looking clown.

I call Love to come closer,
A shadow appears saying me loser.
Is it Love? Never, never,
I was hallucinated in hectic fever.