Opium, clinical fear, whitewashed wind,
Crushed gospels — the night blazes with purity,
Shanghai opens its golden chrysalis, the passers-by –
Are twinkling stars, frightened by the neon lights

The world surfaces onto my destroyed consciousness,
Life is a poem, but I do not have love,
Love – its heart beats, crystal clear
To the west of the war of my darkest fear

Telescoping desires, a desire sharp,
Lasers in inaccessible harps,
Power of bewitchment of the word,
In the heart of the forbidden worlds

The threads of this story are prisoners of hope
An outlaw evil escorts me in secret
I vibrate to the sound of clear water
The look of the man I loved was a river that rears up in silence