The blossom of trees
Has descended on town,
The music I see
Has not any sound.
The music of colors
Invokes new feelings
That give birth to sounds
When Soul makes the lyrics.
I remember this song
That does not have a word
Like the sound of gong
It reminds me of God.
My Soul is my Master,
I am an apprentice,
My knowledge comes faster
Delivered by Heavens.
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