The darling buds of May

Deprive Reminiscence

May or may not the law abides it,
Bells by the countryside ringing along the breeze,
The sound of wave's overlapping one another,
seagull's soaring around every ocean,
Thou as the winds of sorrow surrounds the void,
Evermore the lust groans from its own desire,
Just as a gust to a tempest back to forth,
The wind shall guide you,
Never to look back where the damp resides,
To move,to move,To Move,
Where the growth have halted,
To where it will lead them next.