It's a beautiful the mistic ocean.
I‘m intoxicating because a unknown mystery.
The Ocean feel as my inside world and
the surf break as drops of water.
The sky of night spatted out the moon with dark crying
Jumped the moon glitter numberless skins
The Waste Land
The dark land where only hate and distrust existed.
As devil it was evil so there also the rain was dark.
The night that I'm not sleeping,
I listen carefully bloom the sound of flower
I watch nameless the birds without speaking that is flying the night sky like the fantasy of spring