The Alley

alone I walked through the alley again on a moon light night,
my body, a pair of eyes seeking your sight,

my soul, a cup brimming with your pleasure,
I was again the same old lover on fire.

in depth of my soul, the rose of your memory shined.
the garden of a hundred fold memory gleamed,
the perfume, of hundrefold memory floated in the air.

I recall, we walked through that alley a night
arm in arm, we walked in loneliness...