While I was playing at my forest,
Mourns of the swallows eclipse my happiness.
While I was dreaming,
Shadows of yours mess up my logical thinking.
Perhaps ...
My damned day were eclipse by you.
One, two, three .....
Let my imagination born in free.
four, five, six ...
My sins can be never fixed.
Jasmine is the flower I forget to kiss.
In the end,
My lack of awareness eclipse my existence.
(bs)