Rush

In the heart of a resident of a human

evil? Or were found

from there a grain of truth?

I grow up inside me

paradise garden,

beautiful beloved

Memories of life.

Not for me no more

else, you do not have time

take a look at my side

the sky, you do not turbid

eyes can not see even the moon at all.

You will not notice how it

I love you, only

rush is your heels

it will whip you run.

What is right and

I will not roll my sleeves

for the battle of life.

I do not hurry anywhere,

still only look forward, if time

slow down at it,

that in parallel to breathe

second of a loved one.