So THe LITTLe Boy FaLLs asLeep,
i nside the flame and the breathing ashes.
Fi rst one, then two ..
The floating, swe l l i ng, dear prof i l e.
THousanDs oF Dreams, Dreams THaT pour onTo THe EarTH,
on the night when the si lver eyes swi ng.
The s h i n i n g you, who was born
No matter how many m i l l i ons of years,
return the prayers to Earth.
I continue praying love for the last kiss for the joined hands.