In the middle of deep chaos
I smell sweet lips.
Who cares whose lips they are..
as long as they are sweet.
I see the sweet face
at the bottom of the bottomless valley of pain
I feel the fragrance of sweetie.
With a sweet smile
I touch my desire.
I see the destination of men’s passion.
Who cares whose forest it is…
as long as it has a sweet pond.
I find a sweet oasis
which I will pull out
from my sweet dream
to graft onto this bitter world.