For you my little brother, who died in my arms…
The only one cry between us
Unfolds into uniting hands
Into the bottomless of mountain
Or the grand, precious river
Or the full moon, where the gloominess of your eye
Evoke us for a union so rare
Where we dive into depth of each other’s eyes
Or treasure every second of this great show!
For our existence is the sparkle that compose
The sweetness of our hands to reach
A friend, so close, so dear, and so far.
And we set our feet on the solid of the earth
Where the only awareness is the feeling of the other
And the resistance we both share.
How is it for us with this love
Where we see the other’s heart not the body?
And you, my sweet brother, who’s lost the zest for life!
And when we cry for the union It is a painful, fierce cry! First cry!! ... Ellie bing