With your warm, tender mist I will hide myself, squeezing this blanket, Away from their eyes. Beast eyes, with The sparkle of rage. With your gentle gaze, two south orbits I will hide, shower myself with Those stars; with the sky dust I will keep myself in you.
And, pouring your shine on me, I embroidered my lips with you. Can't see where is the constellation Of me, and where are your boundaries; Where the stars are shining for me, And where they died a long time ago. Where the light is sincere and where Only the lying beads belong.