Season 1

Where is the path?
In sixty five miles or less,
and the tale never began to end.

The wind howls with the
forest wolves in an early dawn;
the train passes a hundred directions,
witnessing the hasty travellers,
chanting a melody to their beloveds.
The moon shines; the stars shame.

Into her thirsty eyes, he pleads to look.
Let’s take the road – right or wrong –
and fly among the sparkles.

S

Lost Youth

Casting you a glance
and I’m getting lost
in tomorrow.

Silver, your precious
hair is going;
one strand at a time.

Gray, your sky-blue eyes
are turning to;
blink after blink.

After all, beauty does live
among us – among the
lovers’ charm.

S