Sometimes

Morning will build 
bridge to the ground utopia, 
it is a bridge to evaporate the dew out of the 
too soon the day here today, 
back to you. 
In my heart, I wish eternal 
spring, with centaurs 
dancing, playing pan flute. 

Sometimes life can be eternal 
a nightmare. country's need for 
a moment of good weather, I 
I do not want to live in a boomerang 
Law of combustible November. 
I want to brood under her wings 
a gentle breeze to carry forward. 
I want to defend the frontiers of life, 
word of the sword sharp tip sharpening.