Why can't I look inside your head?

Your eyes are out of reach and behave like opaque mirrors that turn my reflection away.

And why do you dance like a marionette in walk, thought, and gesture?

While I sit back, hidden in the silence of my loneliness.

Nothing to offer for your performances.

How do you save the world?

Your face hides your rapid mind with a smile, but your mind is frantically

searching for goodness. Can't you find your reflection in any moment?

How do you unconsciously capture my love?

...the best part of all...

you are my desire, my temple, my worshipped Pagoda.