Loneliness pilot

Loneliness pilot,

to steer the ship to port.

Not the reefs, islets,

every face.

The songs on the streets

Fall to compose

the winds of the world

I send.

soul of the sea

storm islets rings

symphonies missing

love.

Where can I find it

sail my ship last,

which sails sticks

the winds of great love.

I hiding, I lost

myself. Somewhere hidden

is a lost humanity.

Now autumn storms hitting

a foam-beach rock.

Similarly, the inside of a storm.

My soul is longing to shout,

the way the other person.

I am close to you,

but too far away

the fact that you'll find me.

Sooner autumn winter

changes frost hardens the marshes.

My bark are watching with admiration,

but where are the salts of love?

Those who rub each other

Common frenzy, falling.