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.