True Love

Clouds darken the sky, Where is the rising star to wash away the scars, My eyes are filled with tears, Seeing the terrible scenes of violence. I looked at vicinity, Seeking new preaches by the unknown prophet, Angel's didn't dance in my dream, Poet's of the orient didn't sing any song. I didn't count any beads on the rosary, I didn't count any ripples of the pond, I didn't pray any hymns either, When my heart was broken into pieces. Long ago a prophet preached:, "Love your neighbor as yourself", Long ago a poet sung:, "Love is eternal". When death's cold embrace carried me away, Then my mystic mind whispered: "Spring will come and flowers will be blossomed by it self", "By spreading the fragrance of true love".