Wandering across roads,like lonely cords without headsDiscarded garments are their coatsThey embrace the icy breeze all nightBitter kisses they shower on sunny days Their voices sound like echoesWept in the heart,produced through the mouthLike southern echoes heard in the north,They sound very faint While the masters feed and smile,They wait patiently across the streetWearing pale…
When you both first metIt was love at first sightYou were innocent of tearsIt was all cheers Then something took overShould I call it a spiritYou desired more than everYou took a journey to the moon I saw the look in your eyesThey reflected your alliesYou never thought of the skintNow here is the nine…