It's really something miraculous to me.
 Some thing strange I am writing now.
 Actually know nothing what to do.
 I am just digging and taking out the body of the dead,
 of something, of someone whom I buried sixteen years ago.
 It's nostalgic, but I amazed:
The body I expected as skeleton remained fresh as today.
 I can smell beauty and feel the breath of that love.
 Then I realize to bring life to that body.
 I don't know where to put the golden stick or the silver stick  by the touch of which , The Sleeping princess will awake from the eternal sleep.