• Meeting with the King of my World,
    my life seems to cram everything into a atom,
    as if there was any room in the first place.
    Meeting this soul is out of reach of my fathom.

    My heart runs with the Stallion of Thunder,
    whenever is sense My Flower.
    I feel like I can see the entire world,
    like a tall, gleaming tower.

    So small is the Bison of Darkness,
    its thick fur never seemes to stop me.
    I always keep going,
    because good things happen when I count, one, two, three.