Canon 2

Although it is raining non-stop all the day,
when I call your name I see rainbow on the bay,
although the flame wouldn’t be eternal anymore,
but I appreciate your warm given by your hands.

I don’t dare to close my eyes as requested,
because I’m scare I’ll lose you as expected,
I don’t dare to hold your hands again,
because I don’t want to lose what I've gained.

I keep on watching when you are sleeping,
and the flame was still lovely burning,
I wander why the flame was so heart-warming,
it seemed to be eternal yet it ended in evening.

I’m tired sleeping in the hall because of the rain,
why you came and helped release the pain?
As you are not belong to anyone here,
I understand we won’t feel the same,
but deeply I wish everything will not be changed.

Stars and moon I summon,
you and me are not the one,
but you are belong to someone,
am I just dream of the one.

Sometimes the flame will burn me to death,
or it can keep me warm while you've left?
I don't care keeping it from perishing in my memory
while the bearer has gone very far away.

Canon 1

The sunlight outside is rather gentle as you,

it encouraged me to have a walk with you,

and what I thought is a truth priceless value,

but what I got and hoped of my life isn’t true.

Somehow I would still take a nap in the garden,

waiting for you to come and take off my burden,

but would you come at a starry night with a lantern?

as I’m stone-dead and hopping of your concern.

I know the fact that you would never come apart,

because I understand you have another way depart,

I will never blame how harsh and hard is the path,

but I will always pray hard you are peace in my heart.

Sometimes too warm the pink petal may fall,

as the leaves falling in the autumn’s fall.

Sometimes just like the sky will rain and tear,

but don’t worry I will be fine and no fear,

as long as you are here in somewhere.

As I wonder and walked into a silent garden grape,

surprisingly they are all fresh inside and look so great,

but I would feel so grey that both of us can’t share,

thus I will preserve them for you to come in another day.

Willingly I went off with picked grapes for you in my hand,

silent, peaceful and yet loneliness filled the greeny land,

I’m not regret that why I have fallen into this miserable land,

but I pray that you’re in peace and cheer if you’ve travelled to other land.