I've 'en trying gathering some courages
In choosing some lines, torn out of pages

But I know nothing of this day
why I've walked on this way

for that gaze that sinks me in amaze
or that hair which sways me in air

often I wonder 'er probing me
I'm just occupied under which tree

I could guess for the shading few
Alined with those Hillary dew

Really for that sweetest tone
that has reserved the heart alone
on listening to that sound
It's seen of moments stopping down

Or for that face I don't know
Might I now get chaos

Just to make you prone
For thousand dreams the heart's grown...