Life always embitters a lemon,
makes you give up then it can laugh.
Green on a branch, lemon is yours,
hides inside the bitter life.
...
Grievance is raised,
burning fire up to the sky.
Look at the purple red;
Look at the blood-stained cross;
...
Down the alley, inside the pub,
two men drink and tispsyly laugh.
Again yell for three bottles full three cups,
share their story with shawdows on floor.
...
I remember that you wear
a lilac dress coming towards us,
with tenderness and a loving smile.
...
Spring snow comes through the air
like feather bugs, soft and small.
Blinks the crystal on slim branches,
grin the lace dress over quiet mountains…
...
Slow down, slow down.
Slow down for a blinking star,
Propose an evening with graceful curve,
...
Life Is Lemom
Life always embitters a lemon,
makes you give up then it can laugh.
Green on a branch, lemon is yours,
hides inside the bitter life.
Far you look at
the lemon of life,
you cry;
Sage comes, says:
"Go and praise its smell."