It is fragile every day A useless delay This moment Same sleep Will you never understand what I miss
How futile it seems to sow I am looking for nothing and all My fleeting hope Your fading heart When we will cast our final spark
On tiptoe I moved off to the all-knowing cranes They said we were only a brief yearning for Something far too bright
"A reflecting image of paper is still more than a directionless fool within a celestial scenery So our deeds are never as hopeless As we may think sometimes."