Beyond the time 

 Summer hasn't quite arrived yet
 Monsoon has come along 
hidden path 
clouds are coming down the cleavage 
 aroma of love...

God curses the eyes 
lust covered in smoothie blood 
However, the lips continued to climb 
the stairs of wet faith...

Self-decay is never immortal 
When carnival of tears end 
at the burnt seedbed 
Western birds peck their beaks
 In the womb of the world...

Strangulating the earth wants 
to touch the sky 
fosters hideous hunger for love 
in the sinkhole of time 

as the flowers of  first-kiss dry up, 
shame flinders to pieces 
In the clean crownest...