When I am sad I go there, place where I can turn around look
around swing are around all beauties, rise from mighty dreams and open window say “ good morning!” flowers
their hard work for overnight grooming their pretty faces to me, dignified
pearly tiara dew sloping morning fence elect her sunbeam altar for his majestic
grace, nameless wild flowers at old stone fence gazing at the sun rise at their emblematic faces, brooding wind their kindles smile at gentle breeze, dark velvet morning
sea her wet tined reddish hair kick her feet to greeting mighty dawn. Sky come
to closer, stars clinks crescent eyeclips,
dogs barking hens greeting their day, sweet aroma clinks clinks, solemn chant from the temple at morning breasts, sun rise from night
of mighty… I rise like a red giant star!