you remember or not, that's different thing,
indeed you, exist in illumination of
eyes, I know, still in your heart
something is hidden, you
accept it or not that's
different matter,
yet, on the
turning point, few emotions, lying among
the dry leaves, dew drops has dried
up, so what, still in your uneasy
pulsation, some hydrous
feeling flowing day
and night, it's
difficult
to erase the image infinite, the mirror -
can be changed numerous time,
but, are you sure the image
will change - -