I look forward to

I look forward to the ship of a white,
I look forward to the sail upward,
when the storm clouds in the sky flanked.

I see far more than the stormy open sea,
I will go alone way the ship was lost,
wipe my tears degraded sail.

My poetry is only the phrases in the wind,
each of them can pick up the
most beautiful himself.
My words can sometimes bring,
the air gives strength.
Every moment can be a fairy Tinkerbell,
rod bell rang in the air for a moment.

Fly my bird, my wings stronger,
aircraft position again,
weak phoenix bird in her arms.
Now, I have seen my soul,
it was broken into your lap,
feet crushed the remnants of it.

Here, the nymphs dancing on the razor blades,
I'm flying, the countries of utopia.
There will build a bridge,
on top of the glass in the world.