Triangle
Like hundreds of daggers
Fairies nest thorn wounds
Like her jealousy but childish
On the crown of your head right into the best friend
On the land side
I want to reach you in a warm but my love for him prevents
a whole step, I'm in the land of the triangle ...
Like the old song that we know, friends,
I'm anxious
Lost in melancholy to you
I want to establish another language at the end of the pen
My mouth but faltered
Disappear along with the distance and the horizon
I'm in the land of the triangle
As the storm octopus
I mastered pickaxe vodoo doll
Up to limp
Scraped by the yearning and joints
Dusk, and our parting friend
Past stories engraved on the pillow and
In my soul's canvas
I gave it again if not gloomy twilight
No longer a whole step
I'm in the land of the triangle ...