The spirit immersing the waters of passion,
Amidst precious dreams of the negligent soul,
I fully admire all your urge for compassion,
Discerned in the wildness of desperate mold...
The tragic beliefs on the road to the spirit,
The bottom of times never ruined beneath,
I fully admire as the mystical lyrics,
You could realize as the innermost string
Of your violin ever tuned to the progress,
The burden of times never bridged by the soul,
Aspiring to find secret name of the roses,
Still trying to tell sacred verse cast in gold...