With every joyful sigh or song,

Hours and years pass hastily—

The tunes of ecstasy remain intact in pleasure and comfort;

The broken rhythms at my door

Leaning down upon my heart,

this ever-aching heart.

Even after years have passed,

they have remained to soothe.

With each passing ringtone—

I could find the heavy sunshine stinging my eyes,

Singing me pleasure and warmth.