That exact moment while Drinking warm green tea tenderly Thoughts slowly came to mind C'est un plaisir pour moi Repairing a broken facade In the mirror surely looking jubilant Although chamomile smile almost died Le petit prince? Oui, toutefois I'd prefer deep blue skies than deserted nights I spent on siping tears I had cried Over lost view of rose-coloured world My lost paradise - sweet chamomile.