I am heavy–hearted for the fainted colours Finding out the forgotten lovers.
All frameworks of life are colours and figures Lack of them all is nil, nil.
You know the many non-expressed words, animates by brush and nail Sometimes the soul gives away.
I wish in the deep darkness of night We found out the colours.
I wish in amazement and wondering state of its nothingness we sprinkled the colour of love to the life soul with affection.
I wish the pleased colour of love apple, which is full of prism by colours of honesty, we granted to the life and others darkness of life is death of colours.
Honesty means to be in love by lovers