O\' my dear pearl
You\'re the treasure of my life
In thy four punny chambers
You haven\'t failed to pump life
A mere four gates indeed
But ample like the expanse of the ocean
You have stored emotions and memories
Have you find peace?
O\' my precious garden
Who watered thy gates?
And who planted thy seeds?
It\'s bitter water and fear of the future
No one understands your voice
You bleed inside
But you force my lips to wear a smile
You break into pieces when love is with held
So delicate you\'re
Foundations of your gates are so brittle
For you were wired with fabrics of life
O\' my heart sail to your place of rest.