Fell over stones rocks from heights-tight,
in stream ,water waves whirling-hiding at the lip-of spring.
Gathered tingly and withered-the leaves,frosting leaves-in the moonlight.
Like a myrrh,moments-thoughts,
they put on their shoulders the signs-signs,brought by the wind.
As in a conch ,pearls-moments fallen in my heart,
as in a herbarium ,the memories-charming memories,parchment,embalmed.
