When stroked light changes the image in color

When stroked light changes the image in color

and a line of ash does not become a stain,

only the yellow divider is in the twilight

which stretched gracefully toward the southwestern end

There the bright realms change suddenly, evidence of you.

Not only the wind sounds and the breath feels life is there.

A point of grain about you is always visible

like salt in the vastness of the ocean

I can not perfection perfect word

To paint the beautiful light over the night

which I always hoped to endlessly panting,

your solitary signs enter into every particle of the soul

Impossible, I can not for a moment look like you are crystal in a thicket

I can not touch without getting injured,

thorns or scratches

but the irritation is cooler than ice in a vacuum

It is not an option for me to leave you anywhere for any reason
I exist, because you are not just but must exist

With the talents of celebrities not being able to upset me

Even the fire can not be left behind

for every little corner you can reflect light

Really, you are very precious and there must be a sign
The twilight of the day, the morning light replaces the night
There must be, remain forever because you lean for every breath