The world has sometimes something
beautiful, love the sun
shining deer turning circle.
January and the days are getting longer,
spring towards the sun
shining moment, glowed for a while.
Capturing the feeling of love,
tightness in the head hoop.
I am writing a story,
an ode to ram capriciously.
It's not always money that
the world does best runs.
January woman gets to see,
concentrated in the future?
Each of the side of a friend in need.
Solid intoxicating sense of the bone,
thoughts spinning in the stars, moon.
The remaining only in dreams,
they commemorate last year
I had with me. I miss you,
Humor caused it.
Never play with the feelings of man,
you can generate too much longing.
facing tomorrow, the winds of the world
I turn my back to cold.
Last rhymes I write this story.