I follow the soul’s call endlessly like a dream,I journey drowsily, eyes closed, without fear,Unfeeling I touch the wind of the blind cold,Defenseless we step out and play in the strong light.
The blinding light of the dawning mornings,A golden pursuit of the loving soul,Quiet bubbles of air float up from the depths,Without disturbing the blue of the reflected sky.
Souls leave crystal lines upon the mirror,Bright pearls flow as warm water,Thousands of envious words are cast upon the face,We become unbroken busts, tears flowing from our eyes.
But tears cannot defeat the loving soul!...
