Sunken in a body shape
       The forgotten hay called to mind
       The creature is breathing in sleep
Inaudible to anyone
Nobody hears yet smells a faint

aroma of winter sunlight through leaves
It is the form of her song
       A bed sheet falling with a breath
       Soars to stars (then
              The outer space wafts 

              Back to the face),
              Has nowhere to go and returns
              I gazing at the unique gesture
              Can’t help falling in love again
              With the charming beauty

       It alone becomes the beauty
       Hard to believe but I want to
       Like catching the emptiness on the clear dark night
What words can fashion 
Is more like almost a nothing
At most a note of light a drop of rhythm
Still I saw you drop
       A tear of joy noctilucent clouds and eyelids in dream
       Through the unspeakable blink
              Bring now here that little thing