My eye can see everything but itself And my mind has a light that infiltrates all things But I don’t know myself Where beauty and right are there is the opposite man Knowledge and ignorance go hand in hand delusion and enlightenment are like sand Even if you speak of the wonder of it all, how do you deal with changing hands or the fall A solitary song by a soldier is a treasure Night rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds is a pleasure there is no ice without water today close is the truth yet we seek it far away The cry of a child free The cry of a newborn. Thundering silence in the trees Colorful darkness Wanting to be free A solitary song by a fisherman is a treasure Night rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds is a pleasure Wild roses ageless time Plucked from fields Full of croaking frogs Floated in red wine The wind has settled the blossoms have fallen; Birds sing, the mountains grow dark forgotten Moonlight plunges graceful into the depths of the lake Yet no ripples on the water make A solitary song by a sailor is a treasure Night rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds is a pleasure
