I was busy,
　　I was busy,
　　I was busy shake torch
　　I was busy sculptures themselves,
　　I was busy activities of the marching drum cymbals,
　　I was busy spring reed sounded,
　　I was busy keying happy forecast
　　I was busy the truth of the news interview,
　　Move the tree of life I was busy fighting graft in the jungle
　　I was busy the fermented juice of blood lead to love.
　　Until the day I die,
　　Sleep with a smile as the last color of the pond,
　　I will turn off the lights off,
　　I, have done a wonderful,
　　If a book collection of poems;
　　And that covers my earth,
　　That poetry is the cover.
　　I was busy,
　　I was busy.