I've never wanted to possess you
—The Elegy of the Lyre No. 6
I've never wanted to possess you, a piece of exquisite artifact
You're only suitable for pouring into my enamored soul
But not for being profaned; in front of you
I just want to be your reach things
Or a sleepy cell hides
In your glory, let me hear for you
And make you forget your overturning pain; if those are not enough
Let me ran to call for you on your weak boundary …
To reject me just likes to reject a medieval myth
It's unforgettable but hard to keep in habitual silence
As the year passing away, the understatement has gradually stopped
In blank of life, none of a figure
Would be close to you — my wandering soul
Inadvertently resides in your romantic themes that yet needs to be filled
