At the very end of the world, where there is no train and newspaper, I gave a dream, which can be done easily. Sit down to a poppy poppy and wait for him to crack, and three silk wings to teach me tomorrow. Dance time, even by wind shorter and between grass to sprinkle their seed. Expecting that again and again someone will come to know - / distant, close or brother at the beginning or finally ... / the truce with eternity in my eyes accumulated. And I can tell him "I was" It was not late or early.