Canon 11

Some tonic and berries mixed with a gin,
Such a romantic legend I’ve never seen,
I’m not really sure what you mean,
Is this my fault so-called sin?

I can remember what you said,
But I’m the only one who made myself sad,
Hold my hand I worried less,
Hold my heart even we are far apart.

Have you found the way home?
Or still lost in a dark lightless forest?
Follow the lost-too spaniel,
Perhaps you too can find the way home.

I’m worry about kimchee, chocs and the milk,
If milk without chocs, it melts,
If kimchee alone, it’s too dull,
If put them all together, it forms a chaos,
I wonder how should chocs to be mixed?

Too pure and soft the milk is,
Perhaps need a chocs to mix with,
So that it seems alright as an angel’s kiss,
But how about kimchee’s grateful taste?

Since it’s already a chaos, I shall leave,
For the gloomy party, for the goodness sake,
Outside the window but in an empty room,
Why the air is so fresh and why should I care?