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A dr eam of summer
How this geisha dances
in a beautiful silk kimono .
Do you hear the beautiful
melody of the nightingale ?
Silk paper dream of the sum mer night.
A dream of summer is created here.
A hint of the scent of red.
There is a rose bush in th e middle.
Summer dream
This geisha is dancing
in a beautiful silk kimon o.
Can you hear the beautifu l
melody of the nightingale?
Silk paper dreams in summ er nights.
This is my summer dream.
Light scent of roses.
There is a rose bush in the middle.
The past
her tears
In the eyes the tears
of the past.
But you wan t
to see into the future.
Take the time
Wipe away th e tears.
And then go on.
Don't look back
to what was too long ago.
Tears in my eyes past.
Tears in my eyes past.
But you want to see the future.
Please take it easy
Please wipe away m y tears and continue.
Don't look back too long ago.
The shadows
of the night
awaken memories
The shadows of the night
awaken memories
The darkness in th e night
awaken memories
Back to this dark p lace
Feel the power
of midnight.
the shadow hour
How to escape the circle
of your own thoughts
How to escape the cir cle
of one's thoughts
deep inside a ding .
Find the silk thread of destiny,
where everything comes toget her.
Feel the power of the midnight hou r.
A break out of this circle of thoughts.
How to escape from the circle.
This world of thoughts .
Penetrate deep into thin gs.
F nd the thread of destiny ,
where everything comes to gether.
Feel the power of the midnight.
The shadow hour
How to get out
of your circle.
How to get out of your own circle of thoughts
how to get out of the circle
World of thoughts.Dive dee p into things.
Find the silk thread of destiny
A place where everything com es together.
Get out of that circle of thought.
How to get out of the circle.
Silhouettes
of the night
The darkness of the night
descends
in all its po wer.
To melt with the snow
to melt.
Under t he shine
Of the stars into a dream.
The darkness
to melt with th e snow
against this backgrou nd
of darkness.
The wind ret urns.
Space of winter
This darkness in me to life
awakens
This I kno w, for I feel
this night
with all th is power.
It suffers me throug h dise time
in the cold space of winter.
Winter room
This darkness inside me is life
wake up I know that
because I feel it toni ght
in all its power.
It hurt all the tim e
in a cold winter ro om.
Midnight:
Soft as this shine of the tear,
a memory in the glow of nigh t.
A dark image of shadows arou nd gives me,
what awaits me in the darkness.
In a dream created by me,
here a shadow room of the night,
built far from the light.
Deeply dark the eyes,
like the night so go im nisvoll,
not to penetrate their persona lity.
Full of immigration
like the night.
Dark silhouettes surround me,
What awaits me in the dark.
Created in my dreams.
That is the shadow spa ce of the night.
Built far away from the light.
Dark eyes,
Full of imm igration like the night.
Snow of summer
When snow falls in the summer.
Because cherry blossoms cover it .
Have you discovered a new world.
This cherry blossom snow.
W hen it snows in summer
When it snows in the summ er.
Because the cherry blossoms cover it .
Have you discovered a new world?
This cherry blossom snow.
The full moon
in autumn
The full moon in autumn
moves a lot,
It's going to s how
What will happen
Here in this rainy land
On the edge of the mis ty
of the mist-filled forest,
it looks mysterious.
The hour of the wolf
The hour of the wolf
Write down the stanz as
of the last events
of the mystery,
the hour of the wolf.
It is the hour of catas trophes.
Let the storm of doubts
run free.
The circl e of thoughts
make their rounds,
to the hour of desti ny.
The hour of the wolf .
Look in passing shad ows,
the gloomy span
before the dawn
Bentness
of the fog time
If the sun rises today in the bent
of the foggy time.
Will its light, yet st ill gringen,
when the wind turns.
From the shadow I ob serve this world
Night change
of memories
--Morning Dreams
Night change of memories
Morning dreams, those stra nge dreams
When I think of the black Tower
My thoughts wander
Broken in the mornin g light
Morning light breaks the nig ht
The last remainder
of of hours
T he last remainder of the year
of number of hours,
In the memories swe ll
Before you open this, remember
Where you came from.
Heated by the sun's ray s,
This meadow, in all its spl endor
Go open this future gate
with the hope key.
Tree-rich are the w oods,
the flowering awakens
Of the spring garden,
Rich in species
last rest of the year
from the number
of hours
swell in memory
Where do you co me from ?
Warmed by the sun,
This artful meadow
Open the gate of th is future
With the desired key.
Flowers awaken in th e spring garden
December
Month of Winterbeging,
the Snow Queen gains power
in her December plaster.
W inter Festival Month,
The Snow Queen gain s power,
At the end of your December.
The Snow Queen gains power,
At the end of December.
In the rest
of the evening back
to the world of thoughts
In the rest of the evening back
to the world of thoughts,
wants to build a new ten t
trust
that everything will be alright,
look to the future with hope.
I am not held here for eternity.
here for eternity, the rest of the days
I have counted
What do I read from it
Break from here and n ow
I finally want to run on
Because it's time
for the cold seaso n to end.
And earth again from the sunlight
awakened.
Nice, when the night
ment a new day.
Return to the world
of thought
Return for the rest
of the evening
to the world of thoughts
Return for the rest
of the evening to th e world of thoughts
I want to build a new tent believe
everything hurts Look
Hopefully into the futu re
do not hold me forever
I'm stuck here
the rest of the day
I counted what do I read from it?
get out of here now I want to run on at the end
because it's time The end of the cold season.
And from the sun again the earth I am awake.
Wonderful night chose a new day
From winter to spring
Closing with the past,
the door hintr close.
Do not dwell on the
the past.
The cold of winter stands for the past.
Warmth of spring is the present.
Delicate blossoms of hope bloss oms.
From winter to spring,
went over snow,
but now I find the lucky clover.
The warmth of spring
The cold of winter represents the past.
The warmth of spring is given to you.
A delicate flower of hope blossoms.
From winter to spring went on the snow
But now I have found a lucky clover.
Fire
of th e evening sun
The evening sun has risen
This bright red land.
T his light takes a lon g time to go out.
T his fiery image against the horizon,
Darkness slowly falls.
This golden hour
This golden hour, how to create
this great content,
where do your eye s stop?
This golden hour
that not only attra cts
this temptation?
Thereby the view
over the horizon.
And touch your h eart.
The golden moment
How does mab create this
remarkable content,
the golden moment,
that not only attracts ,
but seduces?
That guides y our gaze through
the horizon.
And touches your heart.
From earth dust
to green image
From the earth dust to clean,
in the last leaves of the past,
the time it awakens the spring blossom.
The remains of the cold season
disappear into the memory.
This Easter is the time
the season of light.
The remains of the cold season
disappear into the memory.
This Easter is the time
the season of light.
This Easter is time bright season
To clear the dust from the ground,
In the last leaf of the past.
It's time for spring to bloom .
Remnants of the cold season
Fade in the memory.
This Easter is time br ight season.
Garden doors lead you to Green Portrait.
Statue of beautiful flowers.
Dream of the morning light
Dream of the morning light
These strange dreams,
that break in the mornin g light.
This morning light broke
the night,
the power of the dream
transformed.
The power of the dream disappeared
in the sands of time
at the edge of reality
far away the thought s.
Far away the thoughts,
to a distant star
the dream journ ey starts.
Where the dream becomes a journey
through time
Thoughts tha t in the morning light
break
So cold on my skin
S o cold on my skin
the wind in the nigh t,
I've been thinking,
As if wrapped in crystal
So cold on my skin
the wind in the nigh t,
I've been thinking
What is it that sus tains me?
It's reflected in her eyes
the cold of winter,
behind her shines
in accomplished to the
this night.
Like crystal--
all this starlig ht
in it,
in th e winter eclipse
flash forth
Like every year her dress is,
as it always was
of crystals of ice,
a single breath of cold
Once again the night
Once again the night has fallen.
Light of the day has broken
the images of memory
are collected
in the album of your thoughts.
In broken is now the night,
gives eight the shadows of your past
Are like rats from the holes
from the holes.
Do not break this light for the first time,
many days have passed,
moved into the country.
What has moved you
for the start of this jou rney.
My collection of pictures
of my memory,engulfed
the path of destiny.
The night has now dawned.
Broken, however, are your d reams
not yet
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