In a world where flowers bloom assist watching life .

The moment a bird takes flight I can feel freedom.

If you heed the wind time arrears, and to the heart that watches the moon, be files tranquility. 

Deep in my heart there is a painful history.

Even now, it aches, and once in a while, it sparkles.

Cross the river of sadness, and I become a crystal.

Within the link of souls pass hope through.