I find the error of choice,
The heart I choose as my love receiver,
Fails to respond in time, as duplication
Has arrived in my work checkpoints,
It is my fault.
I cannot depart,
Defects are elsewhere
As I cannot collect right information,
Life may come in sorrowful way,
It is my fate, as I make the error.
I find the wave first
The heart that I find to be stable
Have turns to be instable to my desires,
As the movement is poorly responsive,
Even if my appearance is timely anchored.
I find the slow down response,
I still wait on the web if any message comes,
Over the blades of grass that grow on induction,
That is the result of modern web sanctions,
I will come on receiving term; I do not leave my love.