My Own Fantasy

My own fantasy

She is like the clear starry night, Or the cool breeze, fresh after the summer rain.

Can compare with first rays of the sun as the dawn breaks, Or cool rain drops quenching a heated spell.

Like the calm of the dead night silence, A bird group chirping, Melody of a hymen.

The feeling of goodness, harmony And completeness……

Just too perfect that none Of the paths I choose will lead to it, But still I belief, have faith, That somehow, I will …