Saints gave you souls of growing 

Humans coined  you a shape of flesh 

The Sun made you bright and warming

The Moon decorated  you  soft and gentle 

Your movings liked the willow dancing

In the stream and on shore, they're winding,

You are waiting and you are looking 

For the lucked ones seduced to come

We deemed to meet each other  somewhere 

Within the periods of short  living time,

No matter it's  determined or just by chance 

Indeed when you are in front of me 

I saw your eyes shining of my dream.