The journeys to your kiss are a blink in the mist, as the garden of dreams is everything to me.

The rain from your clouds are jewels in my mouth, I will draw with my lips your desire as you wish.

And this charming fog, how far could it go? is like the wings from a dove and the auroras from love.

By the dew in your hearts by the breeze in your paths, I will draw with my lips your desire as you wish.