My Ideal Person:
kind
honest
human nature

Thou carry me far far away
Touching the sky
Among the stars
Beyond the moon
Enjoying serenity
Thou art waiting for a chance
To carry me,
Either to the heaven or to the hell
Thou make me lay on a feathered cushion,
While I'm on a rough mat,
Thou carry me to heaven
To smell the sweet fragrance of flowers
To hear to the murmuring of little bees,
To enjoy the freedom of clouds.

But I'm waiting for thy return,
With a broken heart,
In a turbulent slum
Thinking thee to thy effort of making me smile even for a while.