How to pass you over, my dear?
Localizing all the beauties of nature,
Accumulating all the treasures of El Dorado
Setting all the mountains and oceans thereon
You lie in my way,
Maybe, you are busy writing
The last chapter of my fate,
An opening song of my life-album
My last dream
Which comes true
In your body, mind and soul
Beside the last wall of my small world.
From the large, hard-bound Book of Life, maybe our stories go straight to paperback. – mh clay