Had a commitment of giving
The meters of life to the burnt psyche
The pair of lovers were supposed to be blinded
On a lonely noon of tranquility.
But,
As of today, the scent of
Night-blooming jasmine is out of reach
From the coverage of snout\'s glee
Time has totally changed...
The weather is so dry
The similar gemstones of the beautiful dew particles;
Drying out themselves, where did they fly off?
Now only remains the gum of eyes.
Alas! How tragic is this!
How the crocodile tears evaporate
In the battle of life.