The wall of time collapses in sunshine
Picking up fragments of wind, so reluctant to believe
the eve is what remains between us
Again you ask if we are leaving
Still you are answered by tiny sound of sandglass
Then please take away
the wandering shadow in a song
You cannot blow out candlelight in the apple of eyes
unless the tongue of autumn stops stretching out to summer
Luminosity and umbra alternate on your face
glittering the ruddy of distance and the blue of tranquility
The restless expression in my eyes is like a pair of bats
circling over your silent lips
Rows of footprints come out through palm trees
The sand beach of emotion has been ploughed, soft and fresh
There is a secret hiding in the mouth of Bird-of-Paradise flower
A flurry of plucking strings reveals plots in my dream
The look surges with arpeggio
like ocean tide raiding through my pen point
In the hotel room, the telephone ring
is dyed to gold by the sail of sunset glow
Hanged up, I see you lying on the hammock outside the window
On your forehead, the last night moon I dreamed is burning