A pond portrays mirage.

Which mirrors deep space - deep space

I dive again into pleasures

by taking myself to the pond



I preceive the place where I lost my love

Now, only grey woods are standing in the frost

I touch it I feel it my faded love

I'm somewhere here, but I can't behold !



Brooks streams and sombre liquid lies in vague pond

Lamenting sounds from cathedral we hear... or do we ?