You went another way that he was going tomorrow I was tight, so John Farasa
followed by the reckless you thousands that I pushed Breeze and every breeze of thousands of buds I hope I did not read my sonnet and song Awareness You were absent, both in sleep or in awakening
You went to Chu Rudy to the sea but I quietly and silent like the desert
I hoped to sing sonnets and songs I wished and I did not want to
I will no longer give up. I am a fruitless tree that I will no longer give
I hope I gave my heart and sang a sonnet I wished in the Plain of Flower I hope I hope
