Time with you was worthwhile,
Happiness the virtue that dearly drives,
Let those moment wets your seething thirst,
Before it eventually becomes your dried past,
As a tale one began,
Should eventually end before the sun is down.
Departure in joy is the hero's pride,
With memories the strength to guide,
Slept to rest with you in mind,
Only to wake with you in hand,
Wake to draw your mild cries,
My love-plant with each moment keep dying,
Not enough water to have it growing!
My heart thunder to again dwell,
Only to collapse in weakness and vain,
When the cares of the heart are many,
My foliage of desires are fallen!
Meanings to me are all gone,
Ahead lies the beautiful call,
A warning desire not to again fall,
Love rolls our way....
Continually like the Devil's ball.