How should I convince you
I am better than her?
Love her all you want
yet receive less,
or choose me when you can
in return with my soul?
Drink her smile, you may
taste her lips of wine.
It is me who cry with you,
my bitter cup, my crawl.
Take her wings and fly.
While drifting, remember:
my garden is ready
to plant our trees and grow.
Voices under the Sun 陽光下的聲音 