1
I want to step right out of nows,
to rush in the meadows of my memories,
Terrible nows aren't roses
but the vicious thorns that thirst for one's wounds
I can't but my heart aches for its unknown symphonies,
Heal me my memories, here I am,
heal my wounds in thine ancientness.
2
Have mercy,
ne'r healed in lonely affairs
so still my heart aches....
To my brave souls, have mercy on this special day nd on this weakest reed;
The world round my head, so unfairly precious,
to be loved, and to love,
It's never a world in my dreams so have mercy.
To my harmonious symphony and to my blossom of life....
the brave angels,