A little cabin, far from the north
Black dark surrounded, desk top a lamp
Silent eyes cannot speak, browse through themes of means
Blind lips cannot sing, struggle from symbles and rythms
Seeking right ways to say, thus no ways to breathe.
Looking upon the night, immerse in moonlight
Open your sight, there is polaris with shines
Beyond light-years away, the mouth said
But don’t worry, step by step
From far the north, a little camp.