god， please rest his soul， please give him peace， fill his bowl.
my dearest powerful god.
the heart i deeply loved is souking in the liquor， but eger for the rose.
the blue that his eyes or him pose.
the breath vainly holded is doomed to lose.
please white his blue， wheel his moon.
as each thing in its season， like him.
god， please let me hum the poem， then be a sweet dream.
