Yearning

Misted the flowers weep as light

Moon of white silk sleeplessly cries.

Stilled - Phoenix wings.

Touched - Mandarin strings.

This song tells secrets that no one

To far Yenjan on Spring breeze it goes.

To you it flies Through the night skies.

Sidelong - Eyes.

White tears fill now!

Heart’s pain?

Come see -In this mirror with me.