Canon 16

How it could be so difficult
to perceive in an ample angle?
Such as looking for a stranger
in a crowd that has little patience.

Inspiration, salvation, and beautification,
What would be your situation?
Projection, rejection and denomination,
How does people explain civilization?

Protection embarks on deception,
as the pigeon flies across the prison.
Scratch was vintage, leaving a message,
Your roses prestige will then be acknowledged.

Fly as high as you can,
Run as far as you can,
Hide as tight as you can,
Once the mark was traced,
Certainly, it'd be an awkward case.

My lovely roses, your smile was vague,
it seemed like a sage and sounded so great.
My lovely roses, you're fading quick,
as quick as the shadow has no shape.

Oh my lovely roses, my lovely one!
You are so shy and how could they tell you lies?
Oh my lovely roses, my lovely one!
for now you could hide but not for your whole life!

Canon 15

See, as the drops fallen from a tree,
how much canon I could write for thee?
Piece by piece with my wrist,
till the end and out of speech.

Abandon your rake and have a kip,
it goes wrong, lost and where to meet?
Through experience I learn how to live,
little by little that takes and forgives.

Keep in pace to retrench the poor,
knowing that it shouldn't be so cruel,
yet the repertoire I know should be retouched,
instead of making more mistake and failure task.

Every notes that I remember,
like what it expressed so simple.
As the sun drops from the hill,
and the moon lingers for you.
What a waste would be your guilt?

Like a sound whizzed past my ears,
I heard it whizzed so clear.
Don't interfere if you can't remember,
the fact that ruins your future!

Visit me. It doesn't matter if you're busy.
I'll be waiting and keep writting anyway.
If you are veering along the way,
let me know, I'd then make my rhythm slow.

Canon 14

Certainty as well as uncertainty,
look at the candle carefully,
Is that bright enough to understand,
the causes of the polluted sand?

What dreams you rush to chase?
as it truthful and seems amazed.
Whatever it ended sounds disgrace,
as your very first undecided gaze.

Scramble over the weather heat,
you knew where the troubles lead.
There's no point to shrink from it.
Tell the little violet what you've did.

Oh, your tender mercies are too gentle,
refresh me with your smiling ember.
Let them know what is hell that thought,
perish their morbid thought
before time has really gone!

Forget it, the sin we've done.
Swing away what you've cursed.
Extricated, too fabulous,
again, I saw they are seated still.

Since when it turns to reddest sky?
and the river are so dry.
Till the weather that reaching high,
the day has come for them to die.