Canon 5

To the traveller, very deep in the forest the palace is,
protected by the magic so-called Black Forest,
they are all locked and sealed you’ve no way rest,
thus you may appreciate before you are exhausted.

To the wanderer, where have you been all the year?
Are you looking for the previous plum-dotted deer?
Or you are looking forward wander with your dear?
As the South-East wind blowing throughout the year.

To the intruder, you shall not break the silence of the palace,
or you would be sacrificed with a little graze,
perhaps you would understand please don’t try this place,
always I pray no one intrude my place anyway.

See, the tiny bird that flies in the sky,
for the traveller no more cry,
for the wanderer no more why,
for the intruder no more try,
all of you may free from sorrow, you’d see sunshine.

My spirit seems to be shared,
but only for the one who compared.
I wonder I can find it any where?
Perhaps the one is on the way.

Now, with new hope could you win?
Now, with faith could you conquer sin?
Now, with mercy you could find,
the truely peace of my mind.

Canon 4

Far deep in the silent night I’m still awake,
Deep in the silent sea who has been made?
Speak in faith for truth with your untwisted way,
Speak what you should speak don’t try with the fake.

Too far the journey perhaps need a little lime,
Is it real that you are a sunshine ray?
Burn off your burden on shoulder in time,
and then return it back without delay.

My Lord, so far I have travelled I can’t find,
Is it an illusion or real exist?
Pick the grapes without rush by your skilled hand,
But don’t pick my heart away by last minute.

Spring is no longer far from my peaceful mind,
As it gains the white from the winter night,
You shall not go round and round again,
You shall not sing for holy night again,
As you destroyed my peace again and again.

I walked to the maze that I used to once again,
And I realized the sunlight pouring love to the man,
who is not really deserved what I reserved,
Thus there is no one could and would confirm.

By your deeds, good or ill?
It is all depends on your will,
Perhaps, it is sealed by your own fate,
Just the matter of early or late.

Canon 3

The winter has arrived as you alive,
Will I still have you before the eve?
I don’t care how long I have to wait,
but truely it would be, I appreciate.

Take a little wine and seek why,
I will be warm even I’m alone,
My Lord, I wander what is going on?
or this is what will be a spy?

Take a look at the candle hook,
almost, it is about to end,
My Lord, I wander it is kindly burned,
or this is how it should be?

Take a rest and listen to the rest,
which is true, which is false, I’m confused,
travel to the east and travel to the west,
I really need a nest to rest,
My Lord, could I just have your mercy slash?

Enough, for men to pretend in a play,
it is just a mask made from clay,
nothing much for you to pray,
just hope you wouldn’t betray.

Take a look at your madala,
I wander what can I cure the pellagra,
My, Lord, shall I break through the pendulum,
and get so far what I hope for freedom?