Hear them calling again   I'm shedding no fear   A roll of the dice   hear you calling just twice...      In the surface of pond   believes and thoughts,   dreams in the circle of light   the truth will defame.   Pride can defame   possession is name   The name of your life   the same as your child.      Will we come again   from the dust at last   A roll of the dice   hear you breathing just twice...      ...tomorrow we die...      The poem so neat   so pure and weak   Beloved by a breeze,   singed through a tree      ...shall I love thee like   death loved me?   In greed we fall,   amorous soul...