The moon is full staring at me
Ressurecting the wrath in my eyes
Woebegone tears of the clouds
Pouring onto the old forest
Your motionless body lying on the meadow
Birds warbling as if saying goodbye
Tightly embraced you to take near me
Softly smelled your pleasant odour
I held your gentle hand and landed a kiss
My dolourous eyes sheded a lake of tears