Sky, under you we all exist, all the stars,
Our dead come to decorate your blanket,
Each precious spirit is a rose in the banquet,
So do you take care of them all, give them love?
All those who’ve gone, and watching us from above,
Best of things to find from children’s tales, sweet,
But glory to the nature, when mercy and love meet,
Every child’s soul, is love of father as a mercy to mother,
Who would you rather have as king, imagination other?
But sir, to scream on your table, I only look for affection,
It is because of you, if in thoughts I feel a little attraction,
You left like you nothing, and I found my memories some,
Is memories your only kingdom that you call kingdom come?
The host of time and the charge of all the unanswered,
Thank you sir, it takes more than a name, I’m coward,
You are brave, I’m lost, and you are direction, outward.