Paragon Of Beauty How Futile It Seems To Sow
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."
