Oh daylight star burning bright red
My shadow stands mute on the mountain
Please whisper my secrete name
Over distant lands I have seen

Will solitude never tire of silence,
And thereby long to sing?
Hearing not of the winds of June,
Means not that they have lost their tune.

Never did I know how subtle,
Was the secret success of silence,
Till thunderous showers ravaged my valleys,
Shattering my stillness to fragments.

Silent mirrors of night-stained waters,
Where do you keep your secret tomorrows?
Floating on petals of glistening calmness.
Then drifting away in shrouded sorrows