I am a shining silver thread. God spread me from the sky to the world, so nature used me to decorate thousands of mountains and valleys.

I am the dazzling pearls scattered from the crown of the goddess Astarte, so the daughter of the morning stole me to inlay the green earth.

I cried, but the mountains and rivers were rejoicing; I fell, but the flowers and plants raised their heads, straightened their waists, and bloomed with smiles.

The clouds and the fields are a couple, and I am the messenger of love between them: I will relieve the thirst of this one, and cure the lovesickness of the other.

Thunder rumbles like lightning, clearing the way for me; a rainbow hangs in the sky, announcing the end of my journey. The same is true for earthly life: it begins under the iron hooves of domineering matter and ends in the arms of the calm death.

I rise from the lake and soar on the wings of ether. Once I see the beautiful garden, I fall down, kiss the fragrant lips of the flowers, and embrace the green branches and leaves, making the vegetation more moist and charming. In the silence, I gently tapped the glass on the window with my slender fingers, and the tapping sound formed a kind of music, enlightening those sensitive hearts.

I am the sigh of the sea, the tears of the sky, and the smile of the fields. This love is so cool: it is the sigh of the sea of ??emotions, the tears of the sky of thought, and the smile of the spiritual field.