To pick up the frosty dewdrops...

If time did not freeze into timeless

I would pick up the frozen dewdrops.

Am I used to being sunless?

Could I hide from the bleaky moon beams?

The millions of stars, worlds, universes

have drifted to thousandfold sleep.

To be endlessly drunk from the sadness

or wake up in the midst of leaves fading?

If the dewdrops would melt into tears,

the ice break into river of regret?

would I see the return of the moths

would the sun beams to my heart returneth?

14.12.2007