Heart Vibrato is
sound racking our time is
now too challenging.
The heart in my chest sad
ripping appeal. Hurry, hurry
is its beats, and my way
is the way of suffering.
I may be with you
time off you have already brought now
is no longer allowed smoke summer timothy.
November is too black
cold are the eyes of the people
no one does not grasp the hand of the lonely.
All the shadows of darkness will disappear
heart tears the throat
assembles. Soon, the dam bursts
I would sing this
off longing, perhaps it
help you for a moment.
Lampposts will take you to another
running steps, they are dancing
in the rhythm flowing tears.