It is fragile every day A useless delay This moment Same sleep Will you never understand what I miss How futile it seems to sow I am looking for nothing and all My fleeting hope Your fading heart When we will cast our final spark On tiptoe I moved off to the All-knowing cranes They said we were only a Brief yearning for Something far too bright "A reflecting image of paper Is still more than a directionless fool Within a celestial scenery So our deeds are never as hopeless As we may think sometimes."