Driff me off

yield with full of awesome memory,
languish in the option of time, of where I
settle my complete hope of surrender to
the wave of the sky, I command to lie
down my hand

put off the flower that floats and come
to the magic of the stream, the waiting is
gone as the captive dream cease no one
in the sun

pour out all the water spells, the drifted
echo, lives in the air, listen my blooming
dear your escape is only in dream, for
your sweet touch may be gone; as the
water goes through the stream and the
wind may come the same, the pain may
always live to win

go crystal water, as the drifted sky comes
to end and let the passing tears leaves in
the air.......