From wise men and sages down to idlers,
From angels and saints down to murderers.
Symbols and emblems were bound together,
To form rich lines that will stay forever.
Heartstrings that collide, pulsating as one.
Tied too deep and tight, no man can define.
Speaking in tongues, yet we all understand.

Flowing from the spring, it taste bitter-sweet.
A poisonous drop, lovely Venus fell.
Gathering lost companions to a fleet,
To wreck lives of men – a story to tell.
Look and marvel the beautiful sun.
Express yourselves – believe me it is fine.
Just remember, no man is an island.