Low beneath the weeping willow stand
Stars and a full moon grand
On the ground of the earth’s land

death by the color
Mine was here to,
you knew how careful
i loved you
In the morning spread
my cheeks white-red
And i laughed
at the end,
where i stand

Oooh… Phew!

One and 1 are indeed different
from each other, right?

One is a word, and the other is a number.

Yet, when I am not visible, no one sees that I exist separately.

Through my thoughts,
floating... away from everyone,
where no one can disturb,
lives my soul that God will guard.
That which makes me myself,
forever loved in my heart.

I am here to be,
her shadow,
hidden, in a widow.
Her dark in death,
mysterious,
fallen into star.
A pastlife scar,
you,
my beautiful wife,
thats who you are.

Always in all ways,
and yet, past Noontime,
the end begins again.
Nothing feels the same
as a fairy
and I dream what I am.
The Moon is not alone;
one star, more than two,
beyond the Ocean of the sea,
one, two, three, stars that I see.