A ray appears above the purple horizon,Joyfully sliding from a gentle hand,It is my pure portrait, speaking to you so mildly,Melting the ice, the cold that the dark corner holds.
Then, when the sun hides the moon and radiates light,The curtains of feeling flutter a glow over the eyes,The traces of shivers draw lines without fear,I cast the warm ray as a fervent embrace upon you.
Even when the moon stays arched high above,Rocking sweet lullabies in the arms of oblivion,It is the call of the soul, transformed into song,That shakes and scatters the dust of time with a pleading voice.
When a shadow bearing fear covers the sky,And wild cracks and lightning tear the sheet apart,The pure rain of feeling drips from on high,Washing the gloomy clouds away, making the white clouds shine.
From above the smile calls out, amidst the silence,A rainbow of golden colors arches, gilded bright,The gentle face, from the golden brush of autumn,Speaks to you amidst the sun, the moon, the rain, overjoyed.
My word, a lullaby of unblemished love.
