I remember walking down the reverie lane..
With thorns of roses  held  in these hands. .
Trickled down blood down the..stream.
Flowed the stream..where reigned pain..
I wish I could catch those  lost drops of tears.
I wish I could hold on and let the memoirs..not die…
I wish I could fly beyond the landscape of dreams,
I wish I could ballet down the..stream..that flows down river,Red.
I wish in dreams .this heart not depart..in vein. 
May this heart..not weep..
May that heart..not ache..
May the souls be entwined in love..
May the souls not bid farewell..to thy broken heart.
May our love burgeon.and never in this life depart.
