If only the sun would live in dark
And dogs dare not bark again,
My ancient love will revive out of madness
to relive in the maddening crowd.
Let it be, even for a moment
as diluting as my heart, but let it be.
This share of tendrils wrapped
around our laughter, let it slit itself.
I am a white piece of cloth
without a variation of your contrasts,
We run after this elixir blending
the whiteness into a chasm of ancient love
and the music binds us.
We flow till we bind eternity into music.