Leaves wither away again, my Spring
The Moon's light shed on glistening sparks
Waiting, yet again, for the lemon-dews of newly lit stars
Until that day, dawns and sunsets
You are like the raging waves of the sea.
Always wanting more.
Wanting to reach the land, yet never succeeding.
You are like the flame of a candle,
entrapped by the wax and...