http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z72qFwTyg44
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RZM6kXQC5A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2V_Ehps1dxw
No regret, no calling, no whimpering . . .
All will pass like haze from apple trees.
Captivated by the gold of withering
I'll be not still young in a reprise.
You, my heart, in everlasting searches
Touched by cold don’t flutter unsubdued.
And the country with the chintz of birches
Wouldn’t lure to wander barefoot.
Vagrant spirit! It is now rare
That you stir a flame of ardent lips.
Where’re you of eyes a piercing glare,
Fresh of senses that a soul keeps?
I became more modest in desires.
Life of mine! Or you are just a dream?
I would ride before my time expires
Pegasus of such a rosy scheme.
We will all end up in tombs or ashes.
Soft brass flows from the maple leaves.
But be blessed, you in transcendent flashes,
Vital spark with doubts and beliefs.