Hear them calling again

I'm shedding no fear

A roll of the dice

hear you calling just twice...

In the surface of pond

believes and thoughts,

dreams in the circle of light

the truth will defame.

Pride can defame

possession is name

The name of your life

the same as your child.

Will we come again

from the dust at last

A roll of the dice

hear you breathing just twice...

...tomorrow we die...

The poem so neat

so pure and weak

Beloved by a breeze,

singed through a tree

...shall I love thee like

death loved me?

In greed we fall,

amorous soul...