It is fragile every day  A useless delay  This moment  Same sleep  Will you never understand what I miss    How futile it seems to sow  I am looking for nothing and all  My fleeting hope  Your fading heart  When we will cast our final spark    On tiptoe I moved off to the all-knowing cranes  They said we were only a brief yearning for  Something far too bright    "A reflecting image of paper  is still more than a directionless fool  within a celestial scenery  So our deeds are never as hopeless  As we may think sometimes."