When did I wish
Your eyes to be drowned
In a mist of tears?
I had wished
Fresh red roses
Would ever bloom in them.
When did I wish
Your voice to be lost
In distant valleys?
I had wished
Sweet fountains
Would emerge from your lips.
When did I wish
You should tread a path
Across burning sand?
I had wished
Your soft feet
Would tread on velvet grass.
When did I wish
Your rosy dreams
To be shattered into pieces?
I had wished
To fill stars
In your wallet.
When did I wish
Your life canvas
To be covered with sorrow?
I had wished
For an innocent
And a dewy face