“I would dwell in your eye, for a time,

To see how mountains still born springs

And when you kiss deer

To feel how the thread grass still groaning.

In punch your I dwell, for a time,

You can feel the breast worn

As well as being a Blackbird image, eggplant,

Would mortally among chrysanthemums.

I dwell in your hair, a time,

To listen to how wind hissing through groves.

You shook your thoughts temples

Let me recite poems in small whisper.

I dwell in your steps, for a time,

I can play the rest of the way,

And the clouds, heavy, sick-as long as the smoke,

Diligently to collect them into snow balls.

And using as of now, we stratagems

To-and all the trees ‘ n coats of Empress.

I, snowflake, returned back home

I will linger in your Palm … a time … “