While counting my mounting sorrows,
someone knocked on my mind’s door
Is it my charming lover melancholy?
Is it my probing friend named hope?
I would love to invite melancholy,
and be lost in her soothing embrace
Yet I would like a glimpse of hope,
whom I haven’t seen in years
Like wisdom waiting in front of,
the sacrificial chamber of beauty
I stood there without knowing,
who is more welcome…