If You Become A Helper Of Hearts,

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned To Gold.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.

Let Go Of Your Mind And Then Be Mindful. Close Your Ears And Listen!