詩人：taka

hold a cold remain， you don't say a word...

a teardrop flew down your cheak

have to face the fact you're gone...

my frozen heart will never unchained

you are gone to the another day...


a doll burned with hatred...

a sleeping doll surrounded with flowers...

floated you on the water waving serenely...


pure remain of yours

my broken heart

hold all tenderly

the Cradle...