Wistful lyrics

Amongst the whim illusion, so sublunar,

I hear a girl’s chant, she’s the love of mine.

Again, and plunging in the trance look out, I

Will see a truth example in the chine.

She promises the pleasance for the reason,

Those sounds have quite a number virtuous vibes,

She paints the world: ethereality. Dawn season.

There, where landmark signs come with sunrise.

The idle chores will sneak and be forgotten.

The cherished image is within my chance.

Not giving up my soul’s work, I will not be

So tired doing true-life fight sword-dance.

There, where the wistful lyric is resounding,

Where I have just performed my soul’s accord,

I learn the life’s rhythm. Now and then it’s trying.

And my heartstrings absorb insight inboard.