My heart is not sold out on the share market yet,
Not yet bleeded, tempered and spoiled.
See the first page of my heart........
which is blank for you,
to write a wonderful poem.
It may be the world largest poem,
not yet written by any Julliet.
I am the these times Romeo,
will read you soundlessly and
feel you like the moon shines bright
as the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees.....