A Bird Of Mystery

At a salty forest of the south, An unimaginable bird of mystery Sings out in fine tune and lovely sad voice; Where there are monotonous hue and cry of machines Procession of CFC gas__ I make my ears attentive And hear a melancholy You, only you were, once practiced with Songs of this kind. Those who gets love become The brightest stars in the sky; Those who only loves but get no returning May become a bird in the salty forest of the south. In my mind, still there are burning a fire With flame of love, repentance and fragrance of grief.