O light of any excuse, you bright from you your beautiful words with me
I and the sparrow of seeing you are accustomed to seeing you Filling to see you
Return to you like every day, you and you are my name I read you smell your smell
The fragrance of your beautiful fragrance of an anemone You are the same as the red species of love
My poetry is your eye color, clean color of the best color The best color I saw, you are yellow of amber Home sparrow, seeing you Fill in the air of seeing you
