1. Stop at what you both know of my meadows
Even if my tears outpoured from excess sorrow

2. We revive throughout time a habit of closeness
As if those long gone were never absent

3. Why revive impressions as if they were
Grinding at the base of steps once climbed

4. Like three doves fallen in its courtyard
Ceaselessly colliding as they descend

5. Though I pour what I know, I know I’m still
Partly desiring what won’t obey